"Exactly, nothing but a few grandstanding clowns, a handful of mudfish!"
"The Pavilion Master is far too precious!"
Another old man spoke.
Sun Yingxiong paused slightly, turned his head, and looked over in confusion.
Several old men frantically signaled him with their eyes.
Sun Yingxiong froze, as though he had realized something. Even the golden path beneath his feet grew somewhat insubstantial.
"Alas..."
"When it comes to battle, I, Sun Yingxiong, fear nothing."
"But since you are all so cowardly, let this matter..."
He took a deep breath, struggling to remain calm, but panic showed in his eyes.
"You're Sun Yingxiong?"
"The Ink Pavilion Head!"
"Fight!"
Red Dragon's eyes instantly lit up. He spoke impatiently, cutting Sun Yingxiong off.
"Exactly!"
"Your human race has demanded a battle time and again. Naturally, we have nothing to fear."
"As you said, a battle between us, unrelated to the Convention!"
Qiongqi also nodded lightly, reacting extremely quickly, a vicious smile on his lips.
"According to what your human race said yesterday, it was one against eleven of us."
"But acting that way would inevitably disgrace our God Race."
"Today..."
"The five of us God Race Clan Leaders will fight your human race's Pavilion Master..."
"How about it?"
As they spoke, Taotie and Sky Dog stepped forward as well!
At some point, Hundun had already blocked Sun Yingxiong's retreat.
Sun Yingxiong was equivalent to the ruler of the human race!
His standing was transcendent.
Killing him would deal the human race a blow no less devastating than a great victory!
The military merit it would bring was even more immeasurable!
The slower-reacting members of the God Race could not help cursing furiously inwardly at the sight!
Black Flood Dragon, still fighting off to the side, was especially aggrieved!
He was working so hard fighting