Chapter 585: Watch Your Back

Chapter 585: Chapter 585: Watch Your Back

"And if you lose?"

Yang Feng didn’t take Long Ao seriously at all. It was the same old story: in the eyes of a Saint, a Semi-Saint Martial Artist was nothing but trash.

"If I lose, not only will I give you the ten Holy Beasts, but I will also end my own life right here. How about it?"

"Fine. I agree."

Without a second thought, Yang Feng agreed immediately. In his eyes, there was no way a single Long Ao could be a match for four opponents.

One versus four, trying to defeat Yang Chen and the others? Was that even possible?

It didn’t matter if anyone else believed it; he certainly didn’t.

It wasn’t just Yang Feng who didn’t believe it; no one else did either.

Yang Feng and Long Ao had made their decision. Yang Feng and the ten Holy Beasts all withdrew. At that moment, Yang Feng had someone bring Long Heng over.

"Master."

Waving his hand, Long Ao said guiltily, "I’ve dragged you into this."

"Master, this isn’t your fault."

Looking at his master, Long Heng was deeply moved. Since his capture, only his master had come for him, and he had come alone. One had to understand that his master was here to single-handedly face the entire Sacred Land. The slightest misstep could lead to his execution.

But even so, his master had come without hesitation.

But what about his own family?

What about his own father?

Where were they? A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime. Long Heng said no more, for everything was understood without words.

But just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the distance. Soon after, hundreds of people arrived in a vast procession, led by the Long Family Patriarch, Long Bai, and Long Jian. Seeing them, Long Heng was pleasantly surprised. Whatever his fate today, he felt it was all worth it.

"Heng’er, no matter what, we have chosen to live or die with you."

After speaking, Long Jian and the others retreated to the side. Yang Feng’s group of five snorted coldly. Just a bunch of trash, not even worth their notice. As long as the Sacred Land wished it, wiping out the Long Family would be a matter of minutes.

Yang Chen and the other three stepped forward, their faces filled with contempt and ridicule. One against four. If Long Ao could really fight all four of them by himself, they would truly have no face to continue living in this world.

"You’re overestimating yourself. Today, I’ll show you the consequences of your arrogance."

"Cut the crap."

With a single stride, Long Ao charged forward, viciously slashing out with the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand. At the same time, his Divine Dragon Arm smashed forward. In the blink of an eye, the five of them were locked in a fierce battle.

As the saying goes, you can tell an expert by their first move.

The moment they clashed, the Four Great Semi-Saints, who had initially paid Long Ao no mind, suddenly grew solemn. Not daring to be the least bit careless, the four Semi-Saint Martial Artists attacked Long Ao simultaneously from the four cardinal directions: north, south, east, and west.

Watching the two sides fight, Yang Feng also grew grim. He had never imagined that Long Ao’s strength would be so great that he could actually gain the upper hand while fighting one against four.

’A quick battle to a quick end.’

Long Ao had no intention of wasting time with the four of them. He knew full well that even if he could kill them, Yang Feng was still waiting. After causing such a scene at the Sacred Land, would Yang Feng really let him leave so easily?

He continuously unleashed his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and Destruction Seal Technique, one move after another without pause, giving the four no chance to even catch their breath. Just then, Long Ao gave a cold laugh and suddenly used Spatial Teleportation.

’He disappeared?’

Seeing Long Ao, who had been right there a moment ago, vanish into thin air was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. The four of them stared dumbly at the empty space before them. Before they could even react, Yang Feng’s voice rang out.

"Watch your backs!"

’Watch our backs?’

’What does that mean?’

The four were startled. At that very moment, Long Ao’s figure abruptly appeared behind them, his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber already slashing down viciously. K-KRAK! Without a doubt, there was no way the four of them could withstand Long Ao’s strike under these circumstances.

With Long Ao’s current strength, it was impossible to kill all Four Great Semi-Saints with a single slash. Therefore, Long Ao chose to focus all his power on killing one of them.

K-KRAK! With a sharp crack, Kong Li, one of the Four Great Semi-Saints, was slain by Long Ao’s slash, cleaved in two. The remaining three Semi-Saint Martial Artists were all dumbfounded.

It wasn’t just the three of them; everyone else, including Yang Feng, was completely stunned. Long Ao had practically insta-killed Kong Li, and he had done it while Kong Li was backed by the other Semi-Saint Martial Artists. What did that even mean?

The three Semi-Saints were frozen in shock, but Long Ao did not let the opportunity slip. After killing Kong Li, he immediately slashed out at the other three. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber unleashed a terrifying Sword Aura that streaked through the air like a shooting star.

A shiver ran down their spines.

The three didn’t dare to hesitate for a moment. With Kong Li’s fate as a warning, they found themselves completely restricted by Long Ao’s attacks.

A day ago, Long Ao certainly wouldn’t have used Spatial Teleportation so readily, as the Soul Power consumption was too great. But now, the situation was completely different.

The continuous strengthening of his Soul Power allowed Long Ao to use Spatial Teleportation more than three times in a row, and the teleportation distance had also increased from one meter to one and a half meters. That was why Long Ao had used Spatial Teleportation right from the start—to achieve a quick and decisive victory.

Long Ao used Spatial Teleportation again. This time, however, the three Semi-Saints were mentally prepared. The moment they saw Long Ao disappear, they immediately stood back-to-back to prevent another successful sneak attack.

"Hehe, getting smarter. Not bad, not bad."

The moment he finished speaking, a terrifying tornado materialized. Right after using Spatial Teleportation, Long Ao had immediately followed up with his Self-Created Martial Skill, Heaven and Earth Mourn Together. The powerful Momentum generated a tornado that instantly swept up the three Semi-Saints.

To the outsiders, Long Ao and Yang Chen’s group of three had all disappeared, completely enveloped by the tornado. As for what was happening inside, no one knew the situation within the whirlwind.

"Uncle, do you think Sect Leader Long can defeat Yang Chen and the other two?"

Long Jian’s expression was very complicated. He said, "I can’t see through this Long Ao. Before, I would have told you with one hundred percent certainty that I didn’t believe Long Ao could defeat Yang Chen and the other three, one against four."

"And now?"

"Now?"

With a bitter smile, Long Jian said, "Long Ao will definitely be able to kill Yang Chen and the other two. But even so, what then? There’s still Yang Feng waiting behind them. You must understand, Yang Feng is the true number one master of the Sacred Land. Long Ao will certainly die here today."

Long Bai was very surprised. At that moment, he kept feeling that something was off about his uncle. As for what exactly was off, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The words reached the tip of his tongue, but Long Bai forced them back down. He gave his uncle a deep look and sighed inwardly.