Since this wasn’t going to be a large-scale inter-racial battle, Sikong Cuo hadn’t brought any of his subordinates with him.

Even Luo Wanxiang, who had been protecting his interests the whole time, didn’t come with him.

The reason why he had rushed here at the first possible moment was because he intended to ask Mo Heng why he had chosen Nie Tian to fight a duel against an eighth grade Demon of the Demons’ choice, instead of him.

He understood the potential problem in this better than anyone.

If Nie Tian somehow won the duel, he would instantly replace him and become the Son of the Stars that had the best chance to become the next Lord of the Stars.

All of the elders would review their choices.

If that happened, all of the efforts he had made these years would be in vain.

“This is the grand elder’s decision,” Wei Lai said expressionlessly.

Sikong Cuo shot Nie Tian a cold look and said aloud,...