"Big brother, four isn't enough?"
Meng Xianjun looked at Tang Ming speechlessly, "How many eight-star martial masters can you gather?"
"I can gather four too."
Tang Ming grinned strangely, "No, make that five."
"That makes more sense. I was wondering why you were so calm; turns out you were prepared."
Hua Yingjie breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've never heard you knew any eight-star martial masters, plus we can't bring outsiders to the school duel. Are there really that many eight-star martial masters in the school?"
Meng Xianjun stared at Tang Ming in confusion.
"Haha, I was talking about you guys, the three of you, plus me and Chen Cang. Isn't that five people?"
Tang Ming chuckled mischievously.
"What the hell, you're counting us as battle strength?"
Shao Wuyou looked at Tang Ming, dumbfounded.
"This joke isn't funny at all."
Hua Yingjie's face turned pale, "In front of eight-star martial masters, we're nothing but scraps. What were you thinking?"
