As soon as the Qiongfear Saint's words came out, the originally noisy scene inside and outside Fentian City suddenly became quiet.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Many warriors took out their ears, suspecting that they were hearing hallucinations again.
Just now, they seemed to have heard the poor and fearful saint saying that they wanted to fight sixteen?
Haha, I must have heard it wrong and heard an extra "ten".
What he said should be six, right?
"The eight of you actually want to fight against sixteen junior saint kings?
Are you crazy? Or are you just impatient with life?"
Sage Lord Shuo Yue looked at the few people who were afraid of the saints in surprise.
His Holy Lord Shuo Yue, the majestic ancestor of the Li family, has been in existence for countless years and has been able to deal with the messengers of heaven at the level of the first-level Saint Lord. At most, he can only be one against two.
With one against three, we can only protect ourselves and have no chance of winning.
The group of people in front of me, who have just been promoted to the realm of the first-level Saint King for about ten days at most, actually want to fight one against two?
How crazy do you have to be to say such nonsense?
Two against one, that's about it!
Zhuge Wuwo smiled coldly.
"Since the saints of Yingtian Sect are so confident, if we don't help them, wouldn't we be letting down their passion?
Besides, how can the dignified Saint Lord go back on his words in front of all the elites and powerful men of our Burning Heaven Realm?"
Zhuge Wuwo hurriedly spoke out, wanting to be sure that Qiong was afraid of what the Saint had just said, leaving Gu Xuan no chance to veto.
Lord Shui narrowed his eyes and did not give Gu Xuan a chance to speak.
"What Saint Zhuge said makes sense, Guxuan Sect Master, since you want to fight one against two, with the eight sage kings fighting against the sixteen sage kings, then I will make it happen for you!
The Guxuan Sect Leader has designated a battlefield, let’s start now!”
Gu Xuan held his chin, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
After a while, he looked at the poor and fearful saint with a resentful look.
"I am afraid of elders. You are the Supreme Elder of my Yingtian Sect. Why are you so impulsive?
You have to know that this kind of words should be made by..."
When Lord Shui heard this, he thought Gu Xuan was going to regret it, so he quickly interrupted Gu Xuan's words.
"Master Guxuan, didn't you just say that with eight against twelve, the Yingtian Sect was bullying others?
With the strength of the eight new-generation Saint-Kings of Yingtian Sect, it would probably be no problem to fight against the sixteen first-level Saint-Kings.
Moreover, since the poor and fearful saint is the Supreme Elder of the Yingtian Sect, his words can naturally represent the Yingtian Sect.
Now that the words have been spoken, there is no room for regret.
Otherwise, Guxuan Sect Master, just accept this serious crime that seriously weakens the overall strength of the Burning Heaven Realm!"
Gu Xuan's face looked embarrassed.
When Sage Shuo Yue and Zhuge Wuwo saw this, their faces showed a look of pride.
It seemed that Gu Xuan was just talking big words just now, but he didn't expect that before he finished his quibbles, he was interrupted by the poor and fearful saint who could get the wrong meaning and boasted.
Now, Gu Xuan must
Already riding a tiger to a halt.
"Master Guxuan, I won't bother you to demarcate this matter.
I'll be happy to do it for you!"
Sage Lord Shuo Yue's eyes were full of cunning. With a wave of his hand, a white jade plate was already hanging in the void.
Buzz!
A buzzing sound sounded.
The white jade plate grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, it had become a thousand feet in diameter, covering the sky and the sun, and hung above Fentian City.
The sky above the entire city lord's palace seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.
"This is the ready-made arena!
Guxuan Sect Master, Shui Shengzun, please quickly order your people to take their positions.
I can’t wait for this battle!”
Sage Lord Shuo Yue said with enthusiasm.
The poor and fearful Saint stared at Saint Lord Shuo Yue and snorted coldly.
"Old fox!"
He cursed in a very low voice, but everyone present could hear him clearly.
Shuo Yue Shengjun, who had always had a bad temper, just laughed and had no intention of pursuing anything further.
In his eyes, the poor and fearful saint is already a dead person.
Why should I care about a dead man?
"Well, if that's the case, there's nothing we can do.
Elder Qiongfear, Fairy Feihong, Mo Jingyun, Li Xieyun, Elf Emperor, Blood Ancestor, Xiaolu, Dashi, the eight of you, represent me, Yingtian Sect, and come to the ring!"
Gu Xuan looked at the white jade plate hanging in the void with a look of regret on his face.
The eight poor and fearful saints moved in unison, like flowing clouds and flowing water. They took one step and stood in the middle of the white jade plate.
The pupils of the four Water Saints shrank slightly at the same time.
These eight people gave them the feeling that they were one person, with an indescribable sense of coordination.
With just one simple step, they understood that these eight people probably had an extremely powerful battle formation.
This is probably what makes them so confident!
However, Shui Shengzun and the others had no intention of worrying.
They will definitely win this battle!
Shui Shengzun and Feng Manlou moved their lips slightly and each issued an order.
Immediately, sixteen figures passed through the numerous figures surrounding Fentian City and converged towards the direction of the white jade plate.
Gu Xuan glanced at the sixteen figures indifferently, and finally looked at the poor and fearful saint with a look of complaint.
"Oh, it's such a pity. I originally wanted to say that we wanted to fight twenty.
It's all your fault. I'm afraid of the elders. Now I can only fight sixteen. Even if I win, it won't be honorable."
As soon as these words came out, everything inside and outside Fentian City became quiet again.
Sage Lord Shuo Yue was stroking his beard. When he heard this, he felt a pain in his jaw, and he almost pulled off his beard.
The sixteen first-level saints who were gearing up and flying towards the white jade plate, ready to have a big fight, were so shocked by Gu Xuan's words that their bodies trembled and they almost fell from the sky.
The faces of the four guards beside Feng Manlou also changed slightly.
Obviously, Gu Xuan
What is said is that eight to twenty means that four of them are also counted.
The corners of Shui Shengzun and Shuoyue Shengjun's mouths twitched a few times, and their faces all showed angry looks.
Gu Xuan’s words are so contemptuous!
Among the four giant forces, there are only twenty-four junior saint kings who come to Fentian City.
Four of them are the four big bosses, Shui Shengzun and Feng Manlou.
These four big guys obviously won't fight, otherwise, they would be suspected of bullying others.
In addition to the four bosses, among the remaining junior saints, twelve are messengers of heaven, and the other eight are protectors and guards of the holy gate.
There are only twenty elementary saint kings in total.
Now there are fully sixteen junior saint kings dispatched. In terms of number, they are twice as many as the eight great saint kings of Yingtian Sect.
And Gu Xuan actually said that winning against these sixteen people was not honorable?
If this is not disgraceful, then if our side is sixteen versus eight, wouldn't it be disgraceful regardless of whether we win or lose?
"That's too much!"
Water Saint Lord gritted his teeth.
Whoosh whoosh!
Sixteen figures had already landed on the white jade plate and immediately surrounded the eight poor and fearful saints.
Boom boom boom!
Waves of powerful Saint Lord momentum erupted instantly, soaring straight into the sky.
The unique coercion that only belongs to the realm of the Holy King suppresses the air within a radius of several thousand feet and becomes stagnant.
The warriors from the four giant forces surrounding the white jade plate retreated one after another and flew away from the white jade plate.
The terrifying pressure of twenty-four junior saints made it difficult for them to breathe, as if their bodies would turn into meat cakes at any time.
In the distance, the onlookers from various major forces were retreating and flying higher into the sky.
They want to be condescending and see the upcoming battle clearly.
A total of twenty-four junior Saint Kings were fighting against each other. This kind of scene was too rare to see.
"Before the battle begins, I want to ask a question.
In order not to weaken the overall strength of the Burning Heaven Realm, should we stop this battle?"
Gu Xuan put his hands behind his back and looked at Shui Shengzun with a faint smile on his face.
These words were the last chance he gave Saint Shui.
Lord Shui smiled coldly.
“Isn’t it possible to say that the battle in the Holy King’s Realm is over?
Unless one party admits defeat, it doesn’t matter life or death!”
Gu Xuan nodded expressionlessly.
"In this case, let's live or die.
However, I would like to add that the one who leaves the ring loses and is not allowed to be chased or killed, nor is he allowed to continue to participate in the battle.
how?"
The Water Saint smiled meaningfully.
"Do you want to leave a way out for your own people?
Then they have to be able to get out of the arena.
It's up to you. The one who steps out of the ring loses. The two sides will fight until only one of the Saint Lords is left standing on the ring!