Although Demon Phoenix was a Divine Beast, even with his strength intact, he could not have dealt with so many experts, much less in his current state.
As for what would happen after the Ranking Contest, Huang Xiao had no certainty either. He did not know whether the Masked Old Man would come.
All he knew was that, for now, he could only rely on the Heavenly Demon Hall's influence, and whether he could secure its help would depend on his performance.
Huang Xiao had to fight Pang Yi. Win or lose, he at least had to fight him on equal footing. Only then would the people of the Heavenly Demon Hall willingly lend him a hand.
As for the consequences of falling into the Heavenly Demon Hall's hands afterward, Huang Xiao could no longer afford to worry about them.
After Huang Xiao and the others had sat in the teahouse for two hours, the Minghong Saber at his waist suddenly trembled faintly.
This stirred something in Huang Xiao's mind. After suppressing the Minghong Saber's agitation, he turned toward the teahouse entrance.
People came and went, making the teahouse quite lively.
Huang Xiao, however, fixed his gaze on a very ordinarily dressed old man entering the teahouse. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, not particularly old. Yet the aura emanating from him made people uncomfortable. It was an eerie, sinister aura.
The surrounding Jianghu practitioners could all sense that it came from an Evil Dao cultivation method. Since he belonged to the Evil Dao, those nearby kept a little farther away from him.
Seemingly sensing Huang Xiao's gaze, the old man also looked toward him.
Huang Xiao could see a trace of amusement in the old man's eyes.
Hmm? Huang Xiao pondered for a moment, then a