"You're talking about strength alone! It cannot represent lowliness or nobility at all!"
Su Mo's face was filled with disdain. He sneered and said, "If strength can represent nobility, then your Witch Tribe is trash. Among those of the same realm, who can defeat me?"
Su Mo was incomparably confident and completely unafraid of the High Priest. His words brimmed with contempt.
Upon hearing this, a sharp, icy glint flashed through the High Priest's eyes, but he could not be bothered to argue with Su Mo. Instead, he turned to look at the Academy Master.
"Academy Master Du, you heard Su Mo's words as well. He admitted to killing more than a million members of my clan. Now this old man wishes to take him away. You have no objections, do you?" the High Priest asked the Academy Master.
Academy Master Du remained silent, a contemplative look flashing through his eyes.
At once, Su Mo grew nervous. The other man's attitude would determine his fate.
After a short while, Academy Master Du glanced at Su Mo, then at Saint Master Huoyuan, who wore a calm expression and said nothing. He shook his head and said, "High Priest Wu Lun, Su Mo killed a million members of your Witch Tribe entirely to avenge himself. We martial cultivators repay enmity with enmity and grievances with grievances. That is only human nature. There was nothing wrong with it, was there?"
Su Mo immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this Academy Master would still protect him, giving him some confidence.
However, the High Priest immediately narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Academy Master Du, are you planning to shelter Su Mo?"
The High Priest had long anticipated that the other party would protect Su Mo, so he was not surprised.
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