Wei Zifeng's men almost took his life back then, and if it weren't for the Old Man's sliver of soul manifestation, he would have been buried by now, no, he would have been turned to ashes. Whether he could leave behind even a finger bone was debatable. Now that he had come, he couldn't let him escape this time, he had to kill him no matter what, even if he was the one with the lowest level of cultivation.
He admitted he had the lowest level of cultivation, but he had many trump cards. This time, he was determined to make Wei Zifeng's life unbearable, to beat him to death. After all, the first round was a melee, and as long as they could win, that was all that mattered.
The nine families were now banded together, which was safe for the time being. Though it was a melee, the basic situation was the same: teams joined forces and stuck together, continuously attacking. There was ample space for action.
