Chapter 587: The Number 1 Person Below the Saints

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: The Number 1 Person Below the Saints

The moment Yang Feng made his move, jeers erupted from all around.

After all, Long Ao and Yang Feng had an agreement. But now, Yang Feng was clearly breaking it by interfering.

It was just as everyone thought: Yang Feng would not act unless he was forced to.

At this moment, Yang Feng was truly getting desperate.

First, Zhou Dian had been killed. Then, three Semi-Saint Elders had fallen. If Long Ao killed Yang Chen now, it would be a death blow to the Sacred Land.

Yang Feng didn’t dare to let his guard down for an instant, but Long Ao had no intention of leaving Yang Chen alive for the Sacred Land.

"Shameless Sacred Land, shameless Yang Feng."

With those words, Long Ao’s Divine Dragon Arm smashed viciously into Yang Chen’s temple, killing him instantly.

It was hard to say if Long Ao had done it on purpose, but after pummeling Yang Chen with over a hundred punches without killing him, he delivered the final, fatal blow the very instant Yang Feng intervened.

Provocation.

Long Ao was clearly provoking the Sacred Land. In the past, everyone would have thought he was suicidal. But now, they all gave him a thumbs-up and praised his audacity. After all, he had the power to back it up. Who else did?

Having dealt the fatal blow to Yang Chen, Long Ao retreated swiftly, giving Yang Feng no opening whatsoever.

Yang Feng reached Yang Chen’s side and stared down at the four bodies on the ground. His face was grim, and he remained silent. A frigid aura radiated from him, making him seem like an ancient, ten-thousand-year-old corpse.

Before the Sacred Land.

Silence fell. No one spoke a word.

In just a few short minutes, Long Ao had slain four Semi-Saint Martial Artists. The feat was almost incomprehensible.

In that moment, everyone was forced to re-evaluate Long Ao’s power.

Although Long Ao was only a Basic Level Semi-Saint, his true power was comparable to that of a Peak Semi-Saint. It was clear that beneath the realm of Saints, no one was his match.

"Long Ao, you’re courting death."

"Hahaha! Yang Feng, we made a deal. I fight the four of them. If I win, their lives are mine and the Sacred Land withdraws from Cloud Island. Are you trying to back out now?"

Long Ao wasn’t the least bit surprised by Yang Feng’s actions. After all, he had just killed four Semi-Saints, practically wiping out the Sacred Land’s entire contingent of them. It would have been more surprising if Yang Feng had simply let it go.

"Hmph. I made an agreement with you, yes. But I never said you could leave the Sacred Land if you defeated them. I will honor our pact. The Sacred Land will withdraw from Cloud Island shortly, and we will never set foot there again for all of eternity. But before we leave, you must die."

Everyone was stunned by Yang Feng’s words.

’The Sacred Land is actually going to leave Cloud Island?’

No one seemed to be able to process it. After all, the Sacred Land had dominated Cloud Island for so many years. No one had ever imagined that a day would come when they would actually leave.

’Is this really happening?’

Even then, no one could quite believe it.

Although Yang Feng had announced the Sacred Land’s withdrawal, his meaning was crystal clear: even if they left, they would kill Long Ao first. It had to be said, Yang Feng was truly shameless. He had clearly lost the bet, yet here he was, twisting his own words to justify his actions.

Long Ao gave a contemptuous smile, his expression completely unfazed. "I knew the Sacred Land was shameless," he said without a hint of worry, "but I never imagined you’d be *this* shameless. No matter. If you want to play, I’ll play along."

So arrogant.

So domineering.

Long Ao’s courage and charisma captivated everyone, including Yang Feng. For a moment, even Yang Feng was stunned. ’Why on earth did the Sacred Land have to provoke this harbinger of disaster?’ he thought. ’For no reason at all, we’ve brought a fatal catastrophe upon ourselves.’

Not only had they lost four Semi-Saint Elders, but now the Sacred Land had lost its dominance over Cloud Island and was being forced to withdraw.

Although the Outer Sea was dotted with countless islands, securing a foothold was harder than climbing to the heavens. The Sacred Land’s dominance over Cloud Island was the fruit of several generations of toil; it hadn’t come from nowhere.

「Inside the Dragon Seal Space.」

Long Fu placed the souls of the three Semi-Saint Martial Artists into the Blood Pool and began the process of refining them into Soul Power.

What Long Ao needed most right now was Soul Fusion to continuously enhance his Soul Power. However, as for Yang Chen’s remaining soul, his master had instructed that it must be refined into a Soul Slave as quickly as possible.

Without the body, a Soul Slave was the only option. The former Dragon Seal Space would have been completely incapable of such a feat. But now, things were entirely different.

The Ancient Divine Dragon had fallen, its power given to Long Ao and Long Qiang, and its blood poured into the Blood Pool. As a result, the Blood Pool had recovered slightly. Therefore, if Long Fu were to use his full power for the refinement, three minutes would be more than enough.

Yang Feng suddenly turned his head, his icy eyes fixed on the young man before him.

"Long Ao, you never should have provoked the Sacred Land."

"Let me make one thing clear: the Sacred Land provoked me first. First, Zhou Dian cut off my disciple’s left arm. Second, Yang Chen abducted my disciple. Are you trying to say that your Sacred Land can bully whomever it pleases, and we’re just supposed to stand here and take it?"

Long Ao’s question left Yang Feng speechless.

He couldn’t deny it; the Sacred Land had indeed been the aggressor. On both occasions, they had been the ones to start trouble. But things had already come this far. How could Yang Feng possibly admit they were wrong? ’Wouldn’t that be like slapping my own face?’

Yang Feng smiled. "Long Ao, I have to admit, you can truly be called the number one expert beneath the Saint realm. To fight one against four and completely overwhelm Yang Chen’s group... if you were to break through to the Saint realm, even just to a Basic Level Saint, I would be no match for you."

The absolute truth.

No one doubted Yang Feng’s words. Long Ao had just proven his power by fighting one against four and killing them all. That strength alone was enough to place him above everyone else beneath the Saint realm.

To call him the number one expert under the Saints was no exaggeration at all.

But everyone also knew that no matter how powerful Long Ao was, he was still just a Semi-Saint. He could not contend with a Saint. That was the unbridgeable gap between the two realms.

Yang Feng knew it. Long Ao knew it. Everyone knew it.

For this very reason, everyone believed, without exception, that Long Ao was doomed. Still, to have caused such a disturbance at the Sacred Land and slain four of its Semi-Saint Martial Artists... his name would be remembered in the annals of history regardless.

"Long Ao, if you can withstand ten of my moves, I will let you leave."

Only ten moves.

It sounded simple, but resisting ten moves from a Saint was easier said than done. For a Semi-Saint Martial Artist, it was next to impossible.

But Long Ao remained as impassive as ever. Just then, Yang Feng suddenly struck. He moved with incredible speed, but he returned even faster. His eyes were wide with disbelief. It wasn’t just Yang Feng; everyone else looked as if they had just seen a ghost, completely clueless as to what had just transpired.