Ning Xiaoxian frowned and said, "The Jiuxiao Sect perished, and the only ones who know of these two Demon Sects' unrighteous deeds are the Hidden Stream. Since they can commit such acts, they shouldn't hesitate to turn against you on the spot... Didn't they plan to silence you at the scene?" Hidden Stream Demon Soldiers numbered only three thousand, while the other side had a crowd of twenty thousand.
Changtian's smile held an indescribable mockery: "They wanted to, but unfortunately, indulging in comfort for too long has weakened their combat strength, unlike the Hidden Stream Demon Soldiers who have honed themselves out of piles of corpses and seas of blood. The Jiuxiao Sect isn't a pushover after all; even with my assistance, those two Demon Sects were considerably weakened after dealing with the Jiuxiao Sect. If they wish to fight me again, they had better not expect to gain anything good."
