But this still didn't represent their true combat power; if Ye Feng went up against them, his chances of winning were still pretty high.
Besides, judging from the way they looked, they simply couldn't break through the defensive formation in front of them.
So Ye Feng was planning to go up, join them, and cooperate to develop the blessed land ahead.
"Brothers, need a hand?" Ye Feng was already being polite, asking with a smile.
"Get lost, roll as far as you can, a mere Nine Transformation Martial Saint dares brag in front of us?" One of them glanced coldly at Ye Feng, full of contempt.
"Yeah, while we're still in a good mood, hurry up and scram. Otherwise, once we free up our hands, it'll be your death day." Another one was even more arrogant, as if he had Ye Feng completely figured out.
"Martial Saint Level trash dares to come out here and act tough, brother, you here to be a joke?"
To be fair, with their cultivation, they really did have that kind of confidence.
