Some generals looked toward Tree-Horn King.
"Tree-Horn, tell us. What will happen to Li Qingxian?"
Tree-Horn King glanced toward Taigu City and slowly said, "I'll tell the truth. One piece of good news, one piece of bad news. The good news is that I made up the part about Li Qingxian being a Son of Fortune."
The generals' eyes lit up.
Tree-Horn King continued, "The bad news is, I guessed right."
Curses in the dialects of every race instantly exploded. Centered on Tree-Horn King's body and parents, from head to toe, inside and out, from eating to excreting, from ancestors to great-grandsons, they all erupted amid flying spittle, circling back again and again.
Tree-Horn King's expression did not change. "That Lu Han, barring surprises, is also a Son of Fortune. You could figure it out with your knees. A mere Second Rank, yet strong enough to slaughter a First Rank like a dog—that was the strength only Champion King possessed back then. One Son of Fortune being suppressed and killed by another, you all know what that means. Worst of all, Li Qingxian killed Lu Han during his advancement. Who the hell knows what terrifying divine ability he'll form after completing his advancement? Lu Han's pile of Gods-and-Devils Bodies was already powerful enough. Who knows what ghostly thing Li Qingxian will come up with?"
"You mean..." Eagle King truly did not want Tree-Horn King to keep blowing Li's horn. If he kept at it, some of the Demon Race would be recognizing a new father.
Tree-Horn King caught his meaning and calmly said, "Unless Champion King personally takes action, we have no way to deal with him. My view is simple: avoid his sharp edge. Whoever wants to die can fight him. Think of Champion King just after he advanced