Under Ye Zhen's blazing stare, Dalan Tai, the Right Grand Chief Priest of the Battle Soul Hall, was instantly left in an awkward spot. Especially with tens of thousands of priests from the various halls of the Ancestral God Hall watching him, a layer of sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.
If these seventeen Moon Priests before him had all been taken down by Ye Zhen alone in less than half a quarter-hour, while Ye Zhen himself had remained unscathed—
That was truly terrifying.
Dalan Tai could easily defeat every one of the seventeen Battle Soul Hall Moon Priests before him.
But only defeat them.
Reaching Ye Zhen's level was simply impossible!
By that judgment, if Dalan Tai accepted the challenge, there was a ninety percent chance that he would lose!
Truth be told, since embarking upon the martial path, Dalan Tai had fought battles numbering in the tens of thousands. Among those battles, there had been victories, defeats, and even desperate escapes by a hair's breadth.
Thus, Dalan Tai was not afraid of losing.
On the martial path, there was always someone stronger beyond the strong. Forget them—even Creation Realm Divine Beings had their days of defeat.
Thus, losing was not frightening.
But he feared humiliation!
Even more, he feared disgracing the Battle Soul Hall.
Ye Zhen had already defeated seventeen Moon Priests of their Battle Soul Hall in succession. Now that he, the Right Grand Chief Priest, had stepped forward, he had faintly come to represent the Battle Soul Hall's honor.
If even he, the Right Grand Chief Priest, lost, then the Battle Soul Hall's reputation would be utterly ruined by him.
That was what he feared!
But the question was, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, did he have a choice?
Losing now would be humiliating,