When Fang Zheng launched his attack on the other shamans from the air, the Ten Priests naturally witnessed the scene as well.
"He actually dared to do this..."
Watching the battle before them, the Ten Priests could not help but sigh. They understood what Fang Zheng was thinking, but this gamble was far too risky. He was practically making enemies of every contestant. However, after Fang Zheng displayed the terrifying power of the Dragon beneath him, none of the Ten Priests dared say anything further.
"Elder, what do you think?"
Shiba looked solemnly at the old man beside him, who fell silent for a moment.
"It is still too early to tell, but... at the very least, the Great Soul has not deemed him to be breaking the rules."
Although Fang Zheng's actions were indeed arrogant, there was a reason all contestants had been given three months. After all, there was only one entrance to Patch Village, and the contestants were hardly likely to be friends. It was perfectly normal for them to encounter one another on the road, fight fiercely, and eliminate each other early.
But someone as insane as Fang Zheng, who intended to wipe out everyone at once, was a first.
Even that demon from five hundred years ago had not been this ferocious.
And that Dragon of his... what exactly was it?
Still, since the Great Soul had said nothing, they, as the people in charge of running the Psychic Battle, would not reveal their own opinions no matter what they thought. As far as they were concerned, as long as this Shaman King could be chosen, that was enough.
After blasting Ye Wang and his group apart, Fang Zheng landed on the ground. The entire area had been turned into a complete mess by him,