Chapter 584: One Against Four

Chapter 584: Chapter 584: One Against Four

"Long Ao, you’re truly arrogant. I can’t believe you actually dared to come."

There was no need for idle chatter. The aura of ten Holy Beasts was enough to annihilate everything.

The Four Great Semi-Saints who had just appeared were startled when they suddenly saw the ten Holy Beasts behind Long Ao. They had no idea what was going on.

"Yang Chen, today, the grudge between me and the Sacred Land will be settled."

Before Yang Chen could speak, Long Ao continued, "If I win, no one from the Sacred Land will be left alive. If I lose, I will end my own life right here."

Hearing this, the expressions of the Four Great Semi-Saints turned grim. If it were just Long Ao alone, they wouldn’t have been worried in the slightest. But the situation now was different.

Long Ao was not alone; he had a full ten Holy Beasts at the Semi-Saint level backing him. Once a battle began, their defeat was certain.

Four against ten.

Yang Chen and the others had the urge to curse. They couldn’t for the life of them figure out where Long Ao had found ten Holy Beasts. If they had known this earlier, they would have swallowed the insult and never gone looking for trouble with him.

But things had already reached this point. Yang Chen knew that no matter what, the Sacred Land could not show the slightest sign of retreat.

The moment they showed fear, the Sacred Land would be at a complete disadvantage.

"Are you scared?"

Seeing the ugly expressions on the four men’s faces, Long Ao suddenly burst out laughing. He said contemptuously, "I thought the Sacred Land was supposed to be so impressive, but it turns out you’re nothing special. Hand over Long Heng, and I can spare the Sacred Land. However, the four of you must die. And from this day forward, the Sacred Land must leave Cloud Island and never return."

Admittedly, Long Ao’s demands were excessive.

After all, the Sacred Land had been the overlord of Cloud Island for many years, a status that hadn’t changed in a century. But now, not only did Long Ao want to strip the Sacred Land of its dominion, he even wanted to drive it out of Cloud Island entirely.

Although there were countless islands in the Outer Sea where they could easily find a place to start over,

the real problem was that if all Four Great Semi-Saints were to fall, the Sacred Land’s overall strength would instantly plummet. Then, no matter where they went, they would either be annexed or annihilated.

"Long Ao, do you really think you can destroy my Sacred Land?"

"We can certainly try."

The more confident Long Ao appeared, the less certain Yang Chen and the others felt. However, the four of them knew very well that he had the capital to be this arrogant. Ten Holy Beasts were no joke.

"Long Ao, you are too insolent!"

At that moment, a majestic voice suddenly echoed from within the Sacred Land. Seeing an old man descending from the sky, Yang Chen and the other three immediately bowed respectfully. "Disciples greet the Grand Elder."

The Grand Elder. The Grand Elder of the Sacred Land.

Upon the sudden appearance of the Sacred Land’s Grand Elder, all the onlookers hidden in the shadows erupted into a clamor. The Grand Elder, Yang Feng, was a legendary figure and a Saint-level master. In the past, when the Sacred Land faced crisis, he was the one who single-handedly turned the tide.

A Saint.

Staring intently at the old man before him—the so-called Saint—Long Ao showed no surprise. He had already guessed before coming that the Sacred Land must have a Saint watching over it. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to dominate Cloud Island for so many years.

"Who are you?"

"I am Yang Feng, the Grand Elder of the Sacred Land. Long Ao, you were the one who first killed an Elder of our Sacred Land. You can’t blame us for this matter, can you?"

"I don’t need to elaborate on the shamelessness of the Sacred Land. You’re nothing but a bunch of bullies who throw their weight around."

"Long Ao, you’re insolent!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to be so arrogant in front of the Grand Elder?"

Hearing Long Ao’s disrespect toward the Grand Elder, Yang Chen and the other three were enraged. If not for their fear of the ten Holy Beasts behind Long Ao, Yang Chen certainly wouldn’t have shown any mercy.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Feng smiled, seemingly paying no mind to Long Ao or his ten Holy Beasts.

But Yang Feng had the capital to be arrogant. As a powerful Saint, in his eyes, Semi-Saint Martial Artists were nothing more than ants. The two were not on the same level at all.

Because of this, Yang Feng wasn’t the least bit worried. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised. If he could bring all ten Holy Beasts into the Sacred Land, it would undoubtedly be a huge boon to the sect.

Losing one Semi-Saint Elder in exchange for ten Holy Beasts—by any calculation, it was a profitable trade.

How could Long Ao not know what Yang Feng was thinking? But things had come to this, and he had to see it through, even though he knew he was no match for a Saint.

Long Ao had already decided that if it came down to it, he would use the Nine Needle God-Sealing to forcibly raise his power. He wouldn’t need to become a Saint; he believed that even as a Peak Semi-Saint, he would have the strength to fight one.

"Long Ao, I can give you a chance."

As Yang Feng spoke, Yang Chen and the other three stood respectfully to the side. Even though Yang Chen was the Sect Leader, he didn’t dare to interrupt. Such was Yang Feng’s status in the Sacred Land.

Yang Feng, the number one expert of the Sacred Land, was also its spiritual pillar.

"I’m all ears."

"You will fight Yang Chen and the other three. I won’t interfere. If you win, you can take Long Heng. If you lose, you will leave the ten Holy Beasts behind. After that, the grudge between you and the Sacred Land will be written off. How about it?"

Before Long Ao could reply, Yang Feng added, "I won’t interfere, and your ten Holy Beasts can’t interfere either."

’Shameless.’

’One against four.’

Yang Feng had really played his cards well. Hearing his words, the countless onlookers all looked upon the Sacred Land’s Grand Elder with deep disdain. Any respect they previously held for him was instantly shattered, his reputation ruined in a moment.

"Yang Feng, do you have any sense of shame?"

Yang Feng didn’t speak, only smiling as if he saw nothing wrong with his proposal. After all, this was the Sacred Land, his territory. Moreover, he was a Saint. To the crowd, it looked like he was actually giving Long Ao a chance.

Otherwise, if Yang Feng were to act personally, could Long Ao possibly stand a chance against him?

In truth, Long Ao knew exactly what Yang Feng was after. He simply coveted his ten Holy Beast Corpse Slaves. Otherwise, Yang Feng would never have offered him this "chance."

"Yang Feng, if I win, not only will I take Long Heng, but the lives of those four must be forfeit as well. Furthermore, the Sacred Land must withdraw from Cloud Island forever, never to set foot on it again for all eternity."

"Long Ao, don’t fucking push your luck!"

"The Grand Elder already gave you a chance! Who do you think you are? You’re a piece of trash who doesn’t know his place!"

Long Ao’s arrogance provoked a storm of curses from the crowd, but Yang Feng simply waved his hand curiously and asked, "Long Ao, I’m truly curious. Are you really that confident?"

It wasn’t just Yang Feng; no one believed that Long Ao, in a one-on-four fight, could possibly defeat the combined forces of four Semi-Saint Martial Artists.