That person's actions had already left Zhang Duotuo with a grim expression, quite displeased.
But who would have expected that yet another member of the Sacred Cave Sages would speak up.
"Big bro, there's no need for you to bother with this trash personally. Let me handle him and that'll be enough."
This one was the same person from that day — the Insect-pattern Sacred Robe Spirit World Master whom
"Hey Eleven, you just broke through to the Snake-pattern level. Can you really do it?" Another one stepped forward and asked.
"Brother Seven, don't you trust me?" asked the one addressed as Eleven.
"It's not that I don't trust you. Against this kind of trash, of course you can handle him. It's just that it'll take a little longer, and we're so busy — where are we going to find the time?"
"Forget it, forget it. Give Eleven a chance. The opponent is trash anyway. There's no way Eleven will lose."
"You really want to do this? Fine, then give him a chance. Little Eleven, make it quick though. Don't waste our time."
"Don't worry, Brother Six. Within the time it takes to burn one stick of incense, I'll beat this old fogey so badly he'll be scrambling to pick up his own teeth."
The Sacred Cave Sages went back and forth, and their words absolutely infuriated Zhang Duotuo.
Their entire exchange showed that they didn't regard Zhang Duotuo as worth a single glance.
More than just dismissing him — calling him trash over and over again, they were treating him like garbage.
However, through this conversation among the Sacred Cave Sages, Chu Feng had figured out their relationship.
The eleven of them addressed each other as brothers. The one who had previously been deceived by Chu Feng inside the Spirit World Gate was the eldest brother, and the one Chu Feng had beaten was the youngest.
Back inside the Spirit World Gate, they hadn't addressed each other this way — probably because they didn't want to reveal their identities as the Sacred Cave Sages. But now, Chu Feng already knew how they were connected.
"You people sure talk a lot. Just tell me how you want this contest of Spirit World techniques to be conducted," Zhang Duotuo asked coldly.
After all, he was a renowned figure. Being insulted one after another by a group like this was naturally hard to swallow.
"We originally thought the Sacred Robe Church would manage to invite that brat
"But who would have thought that the Sacred Robe Church failed to get Yuan Shu, and instead brought along a piece of trash like you."
"Dealing with a piece of trash like you is naturally much simpler."
"Catch."
As the Sacred Cave Sages' Little Eleven spoke, he tossed a shoulder cape toward Zhang Duotuo.
"Put on this shoulder cape, and your martial force will be sealed. Your cultivation won't be able to protect you either."
"The only thing you'll be able to rely on is your Spirit World techniques."
"You and I will fight using only Spirit World techniques. Whoever knocks the other down first wins," Little Eleven said.
Zhang Duotuo examined the shoulder cape first.
After confirming there was nothing wrong with it, he put it on.
The moment the cape was draped over his shoulders, it transformed into a faint glow and then, like a second skin, covered his body entirely.
At the same time, the Sacred Cave Sages' Little Eleven also put on his own shoulder cape.
"Old trash, are you ready? If you are, let's get started. We have things to do and no time to waste here."
Little Eleven spoke to Zhang Duotuo in a taunting tone.
This fellow was incredibly arrogant — exactly the same tone he had used when speaking to Chu Feng inside the Spirit World Gate that day.
But back then, they had suffered a devastating loss at Chu Feng's hands. Chu Feng wondered how today's battle against Zhang Duotuo would turn out.
Although Chu Feng loathed these eleven fellows, in today's battle, he actually hoped they would win against Zhang Duotuo.
Because compared to the Sacred Cave Sages, Chu Feng disliked that old man Zhang Duotuo even more.
"Hmph. Today, this old man will teach you a lesson, you reckless fool who doesn't know the meaning of death."
Zhang Duotuo let out a cold snort. As he spoke, he soared into the air and landed at the center of the square.
His aura was imposing — he looked for all the world as though victory was already in his grasp, as though he could devour the Sacred Cave Sages' Little Eleven at will.
Then, the other ten members of the Sacred Cave Sages also took to the air and retreated to the sides.
Now, only Zhang Duotuo and the Sacred Cave Sages' Little Eleven — who had just stepped into the Snake-pattern Sacred Robe rank — remained in the center of the square.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll let you make the first move, so you won't even get the chance to attack," Little Eleven said to Zhang Duotuo.
The sheer arrogance of that tone — it was like two people about to fight, and one telling the other, "I'll let you punch me first." Absolutely brazen.
"Lowly rats. Where do you find the nerve to strut around before this old man?"