Witchman King's face turned dark purple, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. His aura surged without end like towering, stormy waves, soaring into the heavens.
His gaze locked tightly onto Su Mo, as though he were a Primordial Fierce Beast ready to swallow Su Mo whole in a single bite.
Witchman King was already doing his utmost to suppress his aura. Otherwise, with his Martial Emperor Realm, Ninth Layer cultivation, his might would have been enough to shake heaven and earth.
Yet the fury in Witchman King's heart had completely boiled over, and he could not suppress his aura no matter what.
"Witchman King, what is it that you refuse to accept?" the High Priest asked calmly. He showed no anger at Witchman King's actions, as though he had long expected this to happen.
"High Priest!"
Upon hearing this, Witchman King immediately clasped his fists toward the High Priest and asked loudly, "Although my performance in the assessment was inferior to Wu Chen's, I passed every test. I should also be qualified to become a Young Priest, shouldn't I?"
"That is correct!" The High Priest nodded. Passing the assessment qualified one to become a Young Priest.
However, he would only choose the person with the best results. If others refused to accept it, they could only issue a challenge.
"That is why I refuse to accept it. I want to fight Wu Chen—a battle to the death—and take his place!" Witchman King declared loudly, his voice filled with resolve.
Anyone who dared stand in his way of obtaining the position of Young Priest would die. They had to die!
In this battle, either he would die, or Wu Chen would perish!
In this battle, he would either succeed or die trying!
Of course, he had absolute confidence in his