Yang Lingtian slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were as still as an ancient well.
Only wisps of extremely dangerous light flickered deep in his eyes.
When a great hero grew angry, blood would stain a thousand miles.
But a true great hero understood even better how to turn anger into the deadliest weapon.
"The Four Great Powers... Very well." Yang Lingtian softly uttered those few words.
His voice was calm, yet it carried a murderous intent that chilled the blood.
He suppressed his fury, but that humiliation and provocation had already been etched deep into his heart.
"Sect Master, this matter absolutely cannot end here," Gu Xuan said in grief and outrage.
"They've gone too far! If we don't teach them a bloody lesson, how can our Chaos Sacred Sect establish itself in the East Continent Central Region?"
"Please give the order, Sect Master. I'm willing to lead the sect's elite and fight them to the death."
"Fight them to the death?" A cold curve tugged at the corner of Yang Lingtian's mouth.
"No. We can't walk into their trap. That is precisely what they want to see."
He rose and paced through the grand hall.
"Ancestor Ganlong, tell me. Given our Chaos Sacred Sect's current strength, if we went to war with all Four Great Powers, what would our chances of victory be?"
Ancestor Ganlong's aged face was grave. "Sect Master, the Four Great Powers have extraordinarily deep foundations."
"They possess far more Saint God Realm and Divine Sect Realm experts than our sect. They even have old monsters at the Peak Divine Sect Realm standing guard."
"If we faced only one of them, our sect might still be able to fight if we went all out. But facing all four at once... we