Everyone stared at the number in the hands of Evil God Emperor's Son Feng Shan, especially the members of the Evil God Emperor Palace who nervously clenched their fists.
Number nine!
When they saw the number in Evil God Emperor's Son Feng Shan's hand was nine, not eight, the members of the Evil God Emperor Palace noticeably breathed a sigh of relief.
Blessed by Buddha!
Even Evil God Emperor's Son Feng Shan almost had his heart stop, his palms sweating coldly. Fortunately, it was just a little off; a little off from being number eight!
Seeing the number in his hand wasn't eight, he felt a sense of surviving a calamity.
Although he hadn't revealed his trump card in the preliminary round at the Heavenly Platform Secret Realm, even if he did, it wouldn't necessarily be stronger than Lan Tailong.
Even Lan Tailong could be blasted by Huang Xiaolong with two punches; he feared he would also be a two-punch problem.
