Chapter 1959 Gamble

"This doesn't make any sense. You only want to battle me because you covet my treasures; isn't that right?

If you win, you want me to hand over all my treasures to you.

If you lose, you will just leave without any loss to yourself.

This seems pointless.

Give me a good reason why I should accept your challenges,"

Austin demanded, narrowing his eyes at the young cultivators who had challenged him. He wasn't interested in wasting his time battling cultivators for no reward other than their deaths.

"Well said, Austin.

In my opinion, we don't need to pay attention to these bastards."

Before he could continue, a giant crack sounded in the sky. Everyone turned to look and saw that in the distance that a demonic aura had appeared in the clouds.

From the sky, a large group of people descended in front of the headquarters of the Flame Holy Land. They marched forward and their faces became apparent; it was the beast race from the East Mainland.

The leaders of the group were the Peacock King, the Roc King, the Flood Dragon King, and a master at the Heavenly Grotto Realm.

"Elder Sharp! We've arrived! While we were in the Fallen Immortal World, we came across some amazing things and we've spent a long time cultivating in seclusion.

Otherwise, we would have been here straight away. Thank god nothing happened to the Flame Holy Land,"

the Peacock King announced as he walked through the Sect-protecting Array of the Flame Holy Land with his arms open fervidly.

"Ha-ha, Peacock King! Thank you for coming. It is very kind of you to take time to help us,"

Elder Sharp replied with a smile, glad to have more people on their side.

At that time, nearly all the allies of the Flame Holy Land had arrived to help defend them.

Gathered behind Austin was the fire crow race, the Deep Sea Commercial House, Ward, and the beast race from the East Mainland.

Only the Han Clan, one of the three prominent clans in the East Mainland, still had not shown up.

Finally, the Flame Holy Land was even in numbers with the other sects. If a battle were to break out, they would stand a good chance of coming out victorious.

"Ha-ha, the Peacock King is right. Austin, why do you care about what those bastards have to offer you?

Obviously, they want to take advantage of you. Don't be fooled.

The elite disciples of the sects and the four schools in the Middle Pilgrim Land? Bah! In my opinion, they are just a group of cowa

mnipotent herbs, ten jars of divine wine, and your brother Max.

If you agree, I will accept your challenge. Otherwise, there is no way I will agree to it."

Before Henry had time to respond, Austin removed ten semi-omnipotent herbs and ten jars of divine wine from his Space Ring. They suspended in mid-air in front of him.

At the same time, he reached into the Slave Tower and teleported out a tall, slender, young man dressed in black and bound with ropes.

The young man in black was one of the famous, young geniuses of the Ji Clan in the East Mainland named Max.

He hadn't been seen by anyone since he had been caught by Austin and imprisoned in his Slave Tower.

"Damn you, Austin!"

The moment he got his bearings, Max turned to Austin and began yelling. His eyes popped out and he strained against his bindings.

He was a famous genius in the younger generation of the East Mainland. That was all until he was caught and imprisoned for months.

Now, his reputation in the East Mainland was reduced and many people would make jokes when they saw him.

He thought that it was all Austin's fault.

"Brother!"

Henry exclaimed, struggling to stay on the outside of the array.

"Henry! It's you! Aren't you supposed to be cultivating in the White Tiger School? Why are you here?"

The excitement of their near-reunion could be felt by everyone nearby.

"Don't worry, brother. I will get you out of here!"

Henry said, ignoring his questions.

"It doesn't matter, does it? I'm a loser now. I have never felt so humiliated!"

Max's face turned from sorrow to anger and then back to sorrow all in one second.