Chapter 1789: Massacre Emperor Bead

All eyes in the crowd were on the number Fiend God Emperor's Disciple Feng Chan had drawn, especially the Fiend God Emperor Palace's group. They were tightly clenching their hands in tension. Number nine! When they saw that the number in Feng Chan's hand was nine and not eight, everyone in the Fiend God Emperor Palace's group heaved in relief. Buddha's blessing, ah! Even Feng Chan had thought that his heart was going to stop beating a moment ago. There was cold sweat all over his...