The Demon Kings Mobilize

What?!

Wang Rulong hadn't expected his uncle to have such a sinister plan. As expected of the Wang Family's strategist—he was always coming up with schemes to kill with borrowed knives, striking people without leaving a trace.

Unfortunately, that kid was far too cautious and hadn't agreed to their proposal. Otherwise, he would have been as good as dead.

"What do we do now?" Wang Rulong asked hurriedly. He knew his own wits couldn't compare to his uncle's, so he immediately sought his advice, wanting to know how they could get that kid killed.

"It doesn't matter if he won't come aboard."

Wang Tong waved a hand. "I only wanted to test the waters in the first place. Since that didn't work, we'll use another method. We don't actually need to do anything. We just have to leak the news that he's planning to head to Treasure Island. Then we won't have to worry about a thing. Those Demon Kings who hate him to the bone will come after him one by one and peel him alive."

He gave a series of cold, vicious laughs.

"Right, let's do that."

Wang Rulong's eyes lit up. "But I didn't realize he'd offended so many people. So many Demon Kings from Ten Thousand Demon Mountain want him dead. What did he do to make them all hate him so much?"

He was incredibly curious. What kind of status did a King hold? To an ordinary grandmaster, they were like gods.

Yet now, these gods had declared they would personally hunt down a grandmaster. They wouldn't put their pride aside to pursue one unless they truly hated him.

"That kid's something else. He's a natural troublemaker," Wang Tong said quietly, then explained every single thing Xia Ping had done.

What?!

After hearing all this,