Su Mo was not the only one puzzled. Everyone in the plaza was confused as well. The Witchman King was actually not entering the tower, but flying directly to its summit!
Could one pass without going through the tower's three levels of space? Wasn't that too absurd?
At that moment, the Witchman King cupped his fists toward the High Priest and the others and said in a deep voice, "High Priest, Fourth Priest, esteemed core elders, I don't think there is any need for me to enter the tower, right?"
Upon hearing this, the core elders all looked toward the two priests. With the two priests present, none of them dared make the decision.
"You need not attempt this trial. You pass!" the High Priest said with a slight nod.
The Witchman King nodded, a smile appearing on his face. His gaze swept over the entire plaza, his expression filled with the confidence of one who could dominate the universe. In this Young Si selection, no one could stop his advance!
The countless geniuses of the tribe were merely spectators here to witness his brilliance.
Seeing this, everyone was immensely envious. Passing without even attempting the trial—comparing oneself to others truly could make one die of anger!
This was rather unfair!
However, no one felt much resentment. To the Witchman King, the First Layer was a piece of cake. Whether he attempted it or not made no difference.
In the previous Young Si selection five years ago, the Witchman King had already possessed strength no weaker than Wu Ling's. The two had fought for more than ten hours, and in the end, Wu Ling had won by half a move and become the Young Si.
Therefore, this first trial was nothing more than decoration to the Witchman King. There was