"Stop, stop!"
The more Tu Nian listened to the conversation between the two, the more he felt something was amiss. He raised his hand in the air and glanced in surprise at the master and disciple who were desperately pumping out negative energy. "Our sect is leading the standings right now. It's hard for one of you to even make the top three, and even if one of you grows, it's worth it. But you act like you're doomed to fail. What's going on?"
She could understand Nie Yanchen, who was under great psychological pressure and wanted to avoid adding to the pressure on others. But what about Xu Ziqiao? Adolescent depression?
Xu Ziqiao quickly answered her question directly, "So what if we're leading the standings now? Without Second Brother, how can our sect compete with those sects led by Nascent Soul cultivators? Are we really going to rely on you?"
Well, it turns out that this person simply looks down on his own level.
Furious at the idiot he had produced, Tu Nian raised an eyebrow in response, "Third Brother, let me remind you, although there's still a gap in our levels, you and I are both Golden Cores. If you want to look down on me, why don't you wait until you reach the Nascent Soul stage?"
"I……"
Tu Nian's words clearly hit Xu Ziqiao's sore spot. He believed strength was paramount, so he naturally wouldn't be complacent just because his cultivation was a small stage higher than someone else's. So he held it in for a long time, and finally, with his neck stiffened, he said, "I will break through to the Nascent Soul stage sooner or later!"
Little brat.
Tu Nian laughed inwardly, then turned to his teachers and brothers and said, "The key to a sect's chaotic battle isn't just the word 'battle,' but more importantly, the word 'chaos.' So, for this competition, the top-tier strength will be given to Second Brother, and the rest will be left to me."
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