As soon as the words of the Qiongqiu Saint came out, the originally noisy scene inside and outside Burning Heaven City suddenly became quiet.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Many martial artists dug their ears and suspected that they were hallucinating again.
Just now, they seemed to have heard the Fearful Saint say that he wanted to fight 16?
Keke, they must have heard wrongly and heard an extra 'ten'.
He should have said that he would fight six of them, right?
"The eight of you actually want to fight 16 low-level saints?
Are you crazy?
Or are you tired of living? "
The Shuo Yue Saint looked at the Fearful Saint and the others with uncertainty.
He, the Shuo Yue Saint, was the Li Clan's old ancestor and had sealed his life for god knows how many years. When dealing with low-level saints, he would at most be able to fight one against two.
One against three, he would only be able to protect himself and had no confidence in winning.
This group of people had just advanced to the low-level saints and had at most been around 10 days. Each of them actually wanted to fight one against two?
How crazy must they be to say such nonsense?
Two against one, this was more like it! Zhuge Wuwo sneered.
"Since the saints of the Ying Tian Sect are so confident, if we don't help them, wouldn't we be letting down their enthusiasm?
Moreover, a dignified saint lord is a man of his word. How can you go back on your words in front of all the elite powerhouses of my Burning Heaven Realm? "
Zhuge Wuwo quickly spoke and wanted to confirm the Fearful Saint's words so that Gu Xuan didn't have a chance to refute.
Saint Water narrowed her eyes and didn't give Gu Xuan a chance to speak.
"Saint Zhuge is right. Sect Master Gu Xuan, since you want to fight one against two and use the power of eight saints to fight against nine saints, then I will fulfill your wish! Sect Master Gu Xuan, draw a battlefield and let's begin! "
Gu Xuan held his chin and looked like he wanted to say something but stopped.
After a moment, he looked at the Fearful Saint with resentment.
"Elder Fearful Saint, you are the Supreme Elder of the Ying Tian Sect. How can you be so impulsive?
You have to know that such words should be … "Saint Water thought Gu Xuan was going to go back on his words and quickly interrupted him.
"Sect Leader Gu Xuan, didn't you just say that it was eight against twelve and that Ying Tianzong was bullying us?
With the strength of the Response Heaven Sect's new generation saints, it wouldn't be a problem for them to fight against 16 low-level saints.
Furthermore, since the Qiongqiu Saint was a Supreme Elder of the Ying Tian Sect, his words naturally represented the Ying Tian Sect.
Now that the words had been spoken, there was no room for regret.
Otherwise, Sect Master Gu Xuan should just accept the heavy crime of severely weakening the overall strength of the Burning Sky Realm! "
Gu Xuan wore a troubled expression.
Seeing this, Lord Shuo Yue and Zhuge Wuwo both looked proud.
From the looks of it, Gu Xuan was indeed just boasting just now. However, he didn't expect that before he could finish his quibble, he would be interrupted by the Fearful Saint who misunderstood and boasted.
Now, Gu Xuan was definitely already riding a tiger and unable to dismount.
"Sect leader Gu Xuan, you don't have to worry about this matter.
I'm more than happy to do it for you! "
The Shuo Yue Saint's eyes were filled with craftiness. With a wave of his hand, a white jade plate floated in the air.
Weng! A buzzing sound could be heard.
The white jade plate expanded at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. In an instant, it had become a thousand feet in radius and covered the sky as it floated above the Burning Sky City.
The entire sky above the City Lord Residence seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow.
"This is the ready-made arena! Sect Master Gu Xuan, Saint Shui, quickly order your people to get into position.
I can't wait for this battle! "
The Shuo Yue Saint said passionately.
The Qiongqiu Saint stared at the Shuo Yue Saint and snorted.
"Old fox!"
He scolded in a very low voice, but everyone present heard him clearly.
The Shuo Yue Saint, who had a bad temper, just laughed and didn't have any intention to pursue the matter.
In his eyes, the Qiongqiu Saint was already a dead man.
Why should he be calculative with a dead man?
"Sigh, since this is the case, there is no other way.
Elder Qiongqiu Saint, Fairy Feihong, Mo Jingyun, Li Xieyun, the Elf Emperor, Ancestor Xue, Little Green, Big Stone, the eight of you will represent the Ying Tian Sect and enter the arena! "
Gu Xuan looked at the white jade plate that floated in the air with a look of pity.
The eight people of the Qiongqiu Saint moved in unison like flowing water. With one step, they stood in the middle of the white jade plate.
The pupils of Saint Shui and the other three shrank slightly at the same time.
The eight of them gave them the feeling that they were one person. There was an indescribable sense of coordination.
Just from the simple step just now, they understood that the eight of them probably had an extremely powerful battle formation.
This was probably why they were so confident! However, Saint Shui and the others didn't have any intention of worrying.
They would definitely win this battle! Saint Shui and Feng Manlou's lips moved slightly as they each issued an order.
Suddenly, sixteen figures passed through the numerous figures surrounding the Burning Sky City and gathered in the direction of the white jade plate.
Gu Xuan glanced at the sixteen figures indifferently and finally looked at the Qiongqiu Saint with a grumbling expression.
"Sigh, it is truly a pity. I originally wanted to say that we want to fight twenty of them.
It is all your fault, Elder Qiongqiu Saint. Now that we can only fight sixteen of them, even if we win, it is not glorious. "
Once these words were spoken, the Burning Sky City became silent again.
The Shuo Yue Saint was stroking his beard. When he heard the words, he felt a sharp pain on his chin. He actually nearly pulled his beard off.
The 16 low-level saints were rubbing their fists and flying towards the white jade disk. They were preparing to go all out. They were shocked by Gu Xuan's words and nearly fell from the sky.
The four personal guards beside Feng Manlou also had a slight change in expression.
Obviously, when Gu Xuan said that it was eight against twenty, he included the four of them.
Saint Shui, the Shuo Yue Saint, and the others twitched their mouths a few times and revealed a furious expression.
Gu Xuan's words were too belittling! There were only a total of 24 low-level saints from the four major factions that came to the Burning Sky City.
Four of them were Saint Shui, Feng Manlou, and the other two big shots.
These four big shots were obviously not going to fight. Otherwise, it would be considered as bullying.
Apart from the four big shots, the remaining low-level saints were 12 heaven dao envoys. The other eight were protectors and personal guards of the Sacred Sect.
There were a total of 20 low-level saints.
Right now, 16 low-level saints were mobilized. In terms of numbers, it was already twice the number of the eight saints from the Response Heaven Sect.
Gu Xuan actually said that it was not glorious to win against these sixteen people?
If this was dishonorable, then wouldn't it be dishonorable for his side to fight sixteen against eight without even looking at the outcome?
"This is too much!"
Saint Shui clenched her teeth.
Swish! Swish! Swish! The sixteen figures had already landed on the white jade plate and surrounded the eight Qiongqiu Saint.
Boom! Boom! Bursts of powerful saint aura instantly burst out and rushed into the clouds.
The unique pressure that only belonged to the Saint Lord Realm had caused the air within a radius of several thousand feet to stagnate.
The martial artists from the four major factions around the white jade plate all retreated and flew away from the white jade plate.
The terrifying pressure of 24 low-level saints made it difficult for them to even breathe. It was as if their bodies would turn into meat patties at any moment.
In the distance, the spectating martial artists from the various factions retreated and flew higher into the sky.
They wanted to look down from above and see the upcoming battle clearly.
A total of 24 low-level saints fighting. Such a scene was too rare to see.
"Before the battle begins, I would like to ask.
In order to not weaken the overall strength of the Burning Sky World, should we stop here? "
Gu Xuan had his hands behind his back and had a faint smile on his face as he looked at Saint Shui.
This sentence was the last chance he gave to Saint Shui.
Saint Shui sneered.
"How can a battle at the Saint Lord Realm end here?
Unless one side admits defeat, otherwise, life and death will not matter! "
Gu Xuan nodded expressionlessly.
"Since that is the case, then life and death will not matter.
However, I will add one point. Those who leave the stage will lose and cannot be pursued. They are also not allowed to continue participating in the battle.
How about it? "
Saint Venerable Water smiled meaningfully.
"Want to leave a way out for your people?
Then they have to leave the stage first.
We will do as you say. Those who leave the stage will lose. Both sides will fight until there is only one saint left standing on the stage! Now, this saint announces that the battle begins! "
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