On the arena, several arrogant-looking collateral-line disciples stood with swords in their arms, their gazes sweeping over the defeated direct-line prodigies below.
"Is there no one else? Surely the direct line of our Zu Family isn't this weak!"
"With such feeble combat power, how will you lead us to glory in the future?"
The direct-line prodigies ground their teeth, but unfortunately, their skills fell short. For now, they could only be useless wretches who swallowed their anger.
"Zu Pengpeng, I hear you're a super genius the family head specifically sought out and brought back. Why not come up and exchange a few moves? Let us collateral-line disciples broaden our horizons."
At the table, Zu Pengpeng, who was as fat as a pig, hurriedly waved his hands when he heard this. He knew his own limits. How could he possibly be a match for these ruthless clan brothers?
"No, no. My realm is just a little higher, but I don't have much talent for fighting."
A trace of disdain flashed through the leader Zu Huan's eyes. Had the family head not been present, the word "trash" would already have escaped his lips.
Just then, a girl in a purple dress floated down from the raised platform. Her hair was tied in a long ponytail, and she was strikingly beautiful, but her eyes held a disregard for everything that greatly displeased Zu Huan and the others.
Before Zu Huan could speak, the family head's voice rang out from the platform. "In recent years, our Zu Family's younger generation has grown somewhat flighty. Such a disposition is detrimental to cultivation. You must understand that there is always someone better, always a higher heaven. This young girl is the disciple of a young friend of mine. If you can defeat her, the championship of