"Eldest Prince," Han Ming suddenly said, "do you think that Xiao Yi could actually be a Demon Hunter?"
"Otherwise, how could he lure nearly ten thousand Deep Sea Demon Wolves? Even I, a long-established genius Demon Hunter, cannot do it."
Bing Wujiang shook his head, "Impossible. I investigated him before the East Sea Festival."
"There's no information about him in the Demon Hunting Hall."
"Instead, his background is quite terrifying."
"His rise has been through relentless suppression."
"All alone without anyone to care for him, yet he has tread upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood to forge his path of ascension."
"The strength of his methods is not something you can rashly guess."
"Yet, I just can't accept it," Han Ming coldly said, "the vengeance for my brother, Han Cang, must not be dropped just like that."
Bing Wujiang spoke solemnly, "I only told you not to provoke him in the first round, not that I would let him go."