"Thirty-six grasshead kings, so many?"
After hearing Hu Ma's words, Er Guotou also felt a bit surprised.
Originally, he had just subdued the Three-headed Jiao King and was feeling elated, but suddenly hearing that there were so many grasshead kings, the pressure mounted again.
Before becoming a Reincarnator, he really hadn't counted how many grasshead kings there were, only felt that when the senior Longjing shot those Seven Arrows from the City of the Dead, it seemed that kings sprouted overnight everywhere.
Not to mention those who had names and strong armies under them; even the bandits on the mountain, who gathered twenty or thirty people, dared to call themselves kings, rob a temple as their palace, and descend the mountain to take Liu Lao Wu's wife as an empress and his sister as a concubine.
In such a situation, it's really hard to distinguish between a grasshead king and a mountain king; who has the patience to count them?
"Being a king is not that simple."
