Old Bastard Wanluo was well aware in his heart that with his broken body, the probability of successfully passing through The Eighth Formation was very low.
In fact, getting through The Sixth and The Seventh Arrays involved a significant amount of luck. If it weren't for the time when he had to specifically study the characteristics of the Fiend Spirit due to his old friend Hu Qin and that little brat getting trapped, and his knowledge in this area far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators, he wouldn't have been able to so accurately find the weak point of the forbidden servitors and forcibly slay forty ghost spirits with his sword to pass through this array.
But he might lose, and he couldn't tolerate the scolding and disdain from a young person; it's an insult.
"Who do you think you are, to speak of honor in front of me?"
