When Li Xiu and Jing Li had just emerged from the Trial Gate, two people were watching them from afar in the shadows.

"I never thought the Li Family would even bring Jing Li over. Aren't they afraid of something going wrong?" said an old man in a flower-patterned cotton-padded jacket, squinting his eyes.

The cotton-padded jacket looked obviously made from old-style cotton, appearing a bit too thick and bulky, unlike the lighter down jackets. However, it seemed quite warm and comfortable.

But the old man should be a male, and such a floral pattern should be worn by an elderly woman. Wearing this floral cotton-padded jacket and pants, he looked a bit odd.

Moreover, although the weather wasn't hot or cool, everyone else just wore single pants and jackets. Yet, he wore cotton-padded pants and a jacket, seemed afraid of the cold, and tucked his hands into the sleeves, huddling.

"Old fool, you have been a Commander for so many years, how could you still say such naive things? The Li Family wouldn't give up such a huge piece of cake like the Demon Armor group. As long as they can secure those resources, never mind using Jing Li, if the Chairman is willing to take money to do things, I'm sure Li Changyin would dare to send money to the Chairman..." the elder beside him said with a smile.

Compared to the floral cotton-padded pants and jacket of the old fool, this elder looked much more normal.

He wore a suit, leather shoes, and a white shirt with hair slicked back, its curls looked permed.

"Hiring the Chairman as an assassin, only the Commander of your Longevity Group would dare think of such a thing. I, the old fool, wouldn't dare entertain such thoughts." The old fool rolled his strange eyes and spoke weakly.

Mo Wuya laughed and said, "Aside from the Chairman, who has longevity like that old fool of yours? You've lived so many years; what's there to fear? Dying is worth it."

"Nonsense, this old man is maintaining health so well that living another century or so isn't a problem. If anyone's going to die, let it be you; I want to live many more years, perhaps next year I'll marry again and have a big fat son to inherit my wealth," the old fool snorted coldly.

"Inherit your wealth? It's not like your son or even grandson has outlived you. Waiting to inherit your wealth, why not just lie down and call it quits? If I were your son, I'd have taken you out long ago," Mo Wuya said.

The old fool chuckled and said, "If you're willing to be my son and call me dad, I'd immediately transfer my wealth to you."

"Get lost." Mo Wuya laughed and cursed.

"Hey, that Li kid actually gave up using his Super Spirit, truly intending to fight Jing Li with the Demon Armor, isn't this courting death?" The old fool was surprised by the changing situation over there.

"Using the Super Spirit won't prevent death, will it?" Mo Wuya laughed.

"That's true; amongst the younger generation, there shouldn't be anyone who can battle Jing Li. If Li Qingyi and Wan Chaoxin could take that step, they might stand a chance. If both are in their Super Spirit State, Jing Li probably has no match." The old fool nodded.

"It's difficult, taking that step has only a less than twenty percent success rate at ninety percent Super Spirit Limit, and only thirty to forty percent at ninety-five percent. For the two of them to take that step, they'd need to risk their lives. Even with some fear, they wouldn't maintain even a thirty to forty percent chance." Mo Wuya sighed.

"We all struggled similarly, and if we succeeded, they could too, why worry about it?" The old fool rolled his strange eyes.

"True." Mo Wuya, looking over at Li Xiu and Jing Li, said, "That Jing Li is quite a freak, a hundred percent Super Spirit Limit, how many years has it been since such appeared? He'll certainly take that step, if not suppressed by the four major families, he wouldn't have remained stuck so long."

"That's better; someone with such a heavy inclination to kill, if he truly matured, who knows how many would die by his blade. Even his mentor can be beheaded without hesitation, such a person doesn't deserve to live in this world," the old fool sneered.

"Speaking of this incident, I always felt something fishy. The Longevity Group's Commander being killed, maybe isn't as simple as it seems. Jing Li, although strong, hasn't yet taken that step. We don't know much about that Commander's interactions with us, but his strength you should be aware of, not inferior to ours, could Jing Li really kill him?" Mo Wuya pondered.

"Have you never heard the old saying? It's hard to guard against family traitors, he treated Jing Li like a son, and was bitten back, dying is only normal." The old fool's eyes suddenly lit up: "He's about to make a move. Even though Jing Li is a beast, his handling of the blade is truly a sight for sore eyes. Besides Old Blade's magic blade technique, Jing Li's swift blade might be king within this realm."

"Ever since Old Blade got injured, he's been half-ruined, now transferred to guard the Heavenly Gate, his days are probably numbered." Mo Wuya sighed.

While talking, the two observed the situation over there but didn't focus intently on the battle. They both knew the outcome was already decided.

Li Xiu, though blasting Su Bancheng half to death with a punch, Su Bancheng amounted to nothing more than a scheming and opportunistic guy. His contracts were peculiar, but in terms of true abilities, not only couldn't he compare with Jing Li, he was far inferior even to Wan Chaoxin.

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