Xie Tian was speaking from the heart.
Leaving aside the nine Buddhist Disciples, just the three killers on par with Chou Tian…
Even if he couldn't unleash all of his combat power, the shudder born from facing strong enemies was enough to kindle an intense fighting spirit within him.
But when everyone else heard it, those words sounded very off.
"Don't need them?"
Huang Hu's eyeballs were about to fall out.
"Mas… ah, pfft, brat, if we really didn't need them, would the Realm Lord have ordered me? Would I have to lose face this badly?!"
The gathered cultivators looked at each other in confusion.
"Where the hell does his confidence come from…"
"The entire Indeterminate Realm has swallowed their pride to help him, and he still has the guts to say he doesn't need it?"
"Come on, look at that smug face of his—this isn't 'don't need it,' this is getting a bargain and then playing coy!"
...
Even Old Fu's expression twitched slightly.
