"Let me ask you one thing: do you need to fear a dead man walking?"
The middle-aged man's final words snapped Huangfu Yu out of it.
'That's right, why should I be afraid of Mo Qi?'
'He's already a dead man walking!'
Within the entire Sub-Palace, the Huangfu Family controlled nearly seventy percent of the spots for the Demon Spirit Battlefield.
Once they entered the Demon Spirit Battlefield, during the year-long Sub-Palace elimination trials, the Huangfu Family would have more than enough time and opportunities to hunt down Mo Qi.
At that point, unable to use any external aid, Mo Qi wouldn't stand a chance of getting out alive, even if he had three heads and six arms.
Just as his master had said, the only true victor is the one who survives to the end. No one cares about the process.
'Once Mo Qi is dead, who in the Hall of Envoys will be worthy of standing as my equal?'
