"What's this Nine Sons War?"
Fang Xing, the golden crow, and Wu Sang'er listened, somewhat bewildered, not understanding the meaning.
Little Peng King was displeased, casting a glance at the tearful Wu Yidian, who dared not speak, but Little Peng King spoke up: "The Nine Sons War means someone is coming to deal with us. If our looting everywhere has attracted three-tenths of strong enemies, once your identity is exposed, almost everyone who entered the Demon Emperor Pavilion is ready to be our enemy. The cunning rat from Shadowless Mountain, the bookworm from the Taishi Family, the Ninth Prince of the Azure Sea, even the fool from Great Sage Mountain and the envoys from the Divine Land, a total of nine people, all top-notch cultivators among those who entered the Demon Emperor Pavilion this time, have already declared they want to fight you!"
"So many people?"
