The Fire Clan was powerful. Unless something unexpected happened, the Nine Cities would ultimately lose this battle.
Then blood would stain the mountains and rivers, and countless lives would be trampled into ruin. The prodigies of the Nine Cities would most likely all become Sacrificial Flowers, their entire force annihilated.
With a war between races upon them, everyone was willing to fight to the death.
Yet at their age, which of the nine city lords did not have children and grandchildren gathered around their knees, hoping their descendants would soar like dragons?
Their own deaths did not matter, but to have their descendants perish alongside them—however they looked at it, they could not quite bear the thought!
Now, merely by handing over Xiao Chen, each of them could preserve one descendant and leave an ember alive. To say they were not tempted would be a lie!
"Big brother, that bastard demon is playing dirty!"
As many of the beings around them turned their gazes toward them, Ke Hei's powerful frame shuddered, and his expression changed dramatically.
"I never imagined the mighty Divine Fire Golden Armor King would be even more underhanded than me, Lao Six!" Lao Six was equally outraged.
Golden radiance covered Ke Hei, and a savage monkey silhouette appeared behind him. Mad Dao Power seethed and expanded wildly as he sought to intimidate the others.
Dark light gushed from Lao Six's body. Pitch-black insect silhouettes condensed beside him, ready to fight for his life at any moment.
Ye Hongmei's brows rose slightly. Crimson sword light gathered in her pupils as she too prepared to strike.
Xiao Chen's nerves stretched taut. Jade Serpent Power coiled around him, six paths manifested and revolved, and a King Sea hung faintly within. His myriad secret arts resonated together, overwhelming ferocity filled his