“The people beside the nine divine sons?”
When Wang Xian heard Yao Nu’s words, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
“They are courting death!”
Wang Xian growled in a low voice. His violent aura caused Yao nu to tremble.
This was the first time she felt the Dragon King’s fury.
If this violent aura attacked her directly, she had a premonition that she would die under the pressure.
At the thought of this, she felt even more terrified.
After all, she had failed to protect the two little princesses!
“Phew!”
Wang Xian took a deep breath. His eyes were cold as he scanned his surroundings, looking for any clues.
“The son of God, the son of the god of the Pyramid!”
“If anything happens to Hua'er and Cai'er, I will make your pyramid your graveyard!”
Wang Xian mumbled as he looked towards the center of Mount Hua. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
“Get Up!”
He glanced at Yao Nui indifferently.
