The old man sighed softly and said, "Alas, Eighth Prince, can't you deceive them both? Let them fight each other and you'll benefit in the end?"
Suddenly, the Eighth Prince lifted his head and asked, "Senior, what do you think of Mo Batian's strength?"
"I, I think his strength is even greater than mine," the old man said helplessly. "It seems the rankings are somewhat inaccurate."
As it turned out, this old man was Huang Feng, ranked ninth in the Cultivation Realm's strength hierarchy.
There was no faking it; at that time, Mo Batian had used a beam of white light to strike down his shield, truly frightening him.
If he hadn't been quick with his shield, he might have been killed by now.
Under such circumstances, they no longer had the strength to fight against Mo Batian.
"Is Mo Batian really that powerful?" asked the Eighth Prince again.
"Yes, extremely powerful," Huang Feng replied reluctantly.
