As Mo Shang listened to Jiu Yin, his gaze settled on him.
Feeling Mo Shang's piercing stare, Jiu Yin grew even more wary of him. Still, he had already decided to follow Mo Shang down this road all the way into darkness.
With the pot already cracked, he might as well smash it altogether. He gave Mo Shang an awkward smile.
Mo Shang naturally knew nothing of Jiu Yin's plans. Seeing the wrinkles bunch together on his face, he waved him away in disgust.
"Rest assured. The Hall of Souls will win this battle!"
Mo Shang said nothing more after that. Seeing his expression, Jiu Yin sheepishly returned to the ship.
The Hall of Souls experts hovering around Mo Shang's Sky-Reaching Warship all reacted differently to the aura now emanating from him.
It's only been a few days. I refuse to believe a wet-behind-the-ears brat like him could soar into the heavens! Hmph!
This was one of the Hall of Souls experts who had opposed Mo Shang ever since he took over as Acting Hall Master. He wished nothing more than to drag Mo Shang down and take that seat himself.
This brat's aura is strange. Could it be...
Mo Shang's soaring strength set countless conjectures stirring among the Hall of Souls experts. But with battle imminent, whatever thoughts they harbored, they could only swallow them for now.
After all, this battle also involved the Medicine Saint, who had already attained sainthood. Though his strength had fallen, a starved camel was still bigger than a horse when a Dou Sheng was involved. The people of the Hall of Souls were no fools.
As the battle between Starfall Pavilion and the Hall of Souls drew nearer, the factions that had originally come to watch the spectacle had all fled the Starfall