If Sword God Yi and Li Chaoxun could last a thousand years, their talent might well allow them to become like Wu Xuancang.
After Huo Lian had ascended to the heavens in a single bound back then, he had found it impossible to advance another inch. His internal power had even regressed.
Through a thousand years of effort, Wu Xuancang had also reached his present realm.
Had he not become Hall Master, Huo Lian would probably have needed another thousand years to reach his current realm, because he and Wu Xuancang would not have been too far apart. Even if he were stronger, it would not have been by much.
"When all is said and done, it still comes down to the struggle to become Hall Master." Huang Xiao gave a bitter laugh.
"Exactly. That's it. If you fail, never mind Pang Yi refusing to spare you—the first one to refuse to spare you will probably be those Old Fools. You understand." Demon Phoenix spoke quietly.
Huang Xiao understood and nodded slightly.
His patriarch had devoted so much effort to nurturing him that he surely had plans of his own. If Huang Xiao failed, he would ruin those plans, and his patriarch would probably fly into a rage out of humiliation.
After all, not everyone was like Old Sun.
"No matter what, becoming Hall Master is your only sliver of hope. Right now, you have to fight your way to survival," Demon Phoenix said.
What Demon Phoenix did not say was that even if Huang Xiao successfully claimed the Hall Master's Seat, he would still be under someone else's control.
Even if it was not Huo Lian, he would still be controlled by the Demon Hall. The sleeping Hall Masters of past generations that its parents had mentioned were the