“I’m afraid Huang Xiaolong won’t be able to take out so many low-grade saint artifacts when the time comes.” Lin Yijia chuckled softly.

According to the bet Huang Xiaolong had made, he would’ve to take out sixteen saint artifacts if he lost the bet. 

Low-grade saint artifacts weren’t cabbages grown at the side of the street. Even existences like the patriarch of the Beast Tamer Holy Gate wouldn’t be able to take out sixteen low-grade saint artifacts as he pleased. If he were to lose them in a bet, he would probably vomit blood.

“Relax. Even if he can’t pay up, the four Primal Ancestors will be able to.” Xie Yao cackled loudly. “When he really kneels before the city gates, he will no longer be able to challenge Senior Brother Li Chen for the position of the patriarch. The four Primal Ancestors will...