Judging solely from their injuries.
Xiao Chen could tell.
Not long ago.
The Feathered Warband had fought at least three Mountain Lord-level Demon Kings.
The traces of demonic energy lingering on the Feathered Star were terrifying.
No ordinary Demon King could have condensed them.
There had clearly been three Mountain Lords.
Yet Wang Wenmao had lied, claiming there was only one.
Plainly.
He wanted to trap him.
However.
He could not understand.
There was no grievance or enmity between them.
Why would the man resort to such vicious means against him?
Judging by the earlier expressions of the Feathered Warband's Star Realm cultivators.
They wanted him dead.
As though his death.
Would bring them some heaven-defying benefit.
Could it be.
That they had learned his identity?
Discovered that he was the King of Misfortune?
But that was impossible!
If that were true.
How could these wounded soldiers and defeated stragglers.
Have the courage to lure him here?
"Young brother, as you can see, we're all gravely wounded. In a moment, sorry for the trouble, but we may need you to take the front and hold off that badly wounded Devouring Mountain Demon Ape King for a little while!" Wang Wenmao said.
They already had a plan.
To get Xiao Chen killed.
Make a token effort to exchange a few blows with those Mountain Lords.
Enough to satisfy the Azure Dragon Domain Spirit.
Then leave immediately.
When the time came.
They would claim they were outmatched.
And the Azure Dragon Domain Spirit would have nothing to say.
After all.
The Domain Spirit was too busy.
There were too many matters to handle.
It could not watch them all the time.
Xiao Chen stood proudly in the air, letting the winds brush his face and lift his long hair. His gaze was