Ye Wu looked at the stunned Mo Ye, and said seriously: "Don't you understand yet? You have the Holy Fire, that's a victory. You have one victory, that's two victories. You have two victories, that's three victories. With victories piling up, how can that father and son fight you? You are the future Demon King! Who would think the Demon King is a burden!"
Mo Ye's pupils trembled violently.
Is this... really it?
He said somewhat dazedly, "But, I can't summon the Holy Fire, nor can I control it."
Ye Wu sneered: "Just a mere Holy Fire. Since it is in your body, how can everything be up to it? I've heard that the Demon Clan's Holy Fire is a rare Extreme Yin Fire. If it doesn't obey, I'll find you a pile of Positive Pole Stones, and you can absorb the Yang Flame every day. Even if you can't force it out, you can disgust it."
