Outside Yan Quan City, a group of Evil Gods joined forces to attack Ning Xiaochuan. At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan could only barely hold on, seeming about to be defeated by these Evil Gods.
Ning Xiaochuan had seemed full of confidence just moments ago, yet once the fighting began, he proved so utterly useless. The contrast before and after was simply enormous, making the Evil Gods feel somewhat suspicious.
Every one of these Evil Gods was an old fox. They had originally remained vigilant toward Ning Xiaochuan, wary that he might be plotting some trick behind their backs.
Yet after attacking Ning Xiaochuan continuously for so long, the concerns in their hearts gradually faded.
"Kill him! Capture this brat!"
Eastern Huang Evil God and the others unleashed one marvelous move after another. They were practically about to scatter the Heaven Calculation Puppets protecting Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan, who had been sitting cross-legged amid the Heaven Calculation Puppets with an expressionless face, finally rose slowly and looked outside.
This brat is finally going to strike back. Yan Quan Old Ancestor, hiding nearby, brightened at once. He stared fixedly at Ning Xiaochuan, wanting to see precisely how he would deal with the Evil Gods around him.
Ning Xiaochuan swept his gaze over the surrounding Evil Gods, then his figure abruptly sank, landing on the ground.
Naturally, the Evil Gods followed him down. More than twenty Evil Gods still tightly surrounded Ning Xiaochuan, giving him no chance at all to break out.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you cannot escape calamity this time. If you obediently cooperate with us, we can spare your life." The Confucian Robe Evil God stood atop a boulder, staring coldly at Ning Xiaochuan.
In truth, he had never intended to spare Ning Xiaochuan. He said this only to disturb Ning Xiaochuan's