"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."
