The Mountain-Carrying Giant

"Thirty-six Grass Head Kings? That many?"

After hearing Hu Ma's words, Erguotou was also rather surprised.

They had just taken down the Three-Headed Flood Dragon King, and he had been feeling invigorated. But then he suddenly heard that there were actually so many Grass Head Kings, and the pressure was on him again in an instant.

Before becoming a Reincarnator, he had never counted how many Grass Head Kings there were. He had only felt that after Long Jing Senior shot those seven arrows from the City of Wrongful Deaths, it seemed as if kings had sprung up everywhere overnight.

Never mind those who had claimed the title legitimately and had powerful troops at their command. Even the bandits in the mountains, with barely twenty or thirty men between them, dared to declare themselves kings on the spot. They would seize a temple to use as their palace, then go down the mountain and steal Village Elder Liu's wife to make her their empress, and his younger sister to make her a consort.

In circumstances like these, there was no telling the Grass Head Kings from the mountain bandit kings. Who would have the patience to count them?

"Declaring oneself king isn't quite that simple."

Seeing his surprise, Hu Ma smiled. "Who knows how many people have been crushed to death by that single word, 'king,' the moment they claimed the title?

"Of course, they died in different ways. Some were targeted by someone with a genuine mandate of kingship, who sent troops to kill them. Some died in accidents, and some were killed by their own men. In short, the faster they declared themselves kings, the faster they died."

"Our attention had been fixed on Shangjing, so we hadn't paid much heed. But those past few months had also