The drawing of lots soon ended, and Wang Renyu announced the opponents for each of the eight.
"Zhuo Mengshen against Mu Fucheng." Du Jiliang's eyes lit up. "Wonderful. Zhuo Mengshen has no chance now."
Huang Xiao and the others were smiling as well.
Mu Fucheng was definitely stronger than Zhuo Mengshen.
The surrounding Jianghu folk believed that two of the eight stood the best chance of winning that spot, and Mu Fucheng was one of them.
It could be said that Mu Fucheng ranked among the top two of the eight in strength.
"That's better," Lu Qingzhong sighed.
"It's good, but also bad," Du Jiliang said after some thought. "If Zhuo Mengshen doesn't become a Demon General, the Soul-Reaping Sect won't wield so much power, and we won't be left without anywhere to hide. But because he failed to get the position, Zhuo Mengshen may very well turn his blade on us immediately and make us the targets of his frustration."
"Well, who told us to provoke the Soul-Reaping Sect at a time like this?" Lu Qingzhong shook his head with a bitter chuckle.
"There's no use thinking so much," Huang Xiao said. "Since it's no use, we can only face it calmly."
Du Jiliang and Lu Qingzhong were both left speechless by Huang Xiao's words.
Against the Soul-Reaping Sect, apart from the few experts who could make him wary, Huang Xiao probably had no fear of the others.
The two of them were far weaker than Huang Xiao. He could face it calmly, but they could not.
"Hm?" Suddenly, something stirred in Huang Xiao's mind, and he turned slightly.
A disciple dressed in the robes of the Demon God Sect was approaching him.
When the surrounding Jianghu folk saw this Demon God Sect disciple, they hurriedly cleared a path,