"There are really people who aren't afraid of death. This is great! I can use all of your blood to nurture the merman!" said the middle-aged man.
He wore a sinister smile, lifted his arm gradually and repositioned the terrifying black spears in the sky.
Wang Xian lifted his head and stared at the middle-aged man and the fourteen people that accompanied him. He asked in an emotionless tone, "Nine Cauldron Worlds? Which world are you guys from?"
The middle-aged man who was raising his arm stiffened. He stared at Wang Xian and surprise gleamed in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man lowered his arm gradually while observing Wang Xian and the group of dragonians behind him.
"I'm the Dragon King from the Dragon Sect!"
Wang Xian answered the middle-aged man before questioning him again. "May I ask which world you guys are from?"
"How did you know about the Nine Cauldron Worlds?"