The Witchman King could no longer wait. He wanted to take down Su Mo as quickly as possible, lest delays breed unforeseen changes.
Moreover, the second trial was about to begin, so he had to act at once.
Thus, the moment Su Mo entered the Sacred Gate, he immediately made his move.
His massive hand shot out fiercely, and an enormous profound force palm flashed toward Su Mo's head like lightning.
The wind howled as the profound force palm crushed through space and arrived in an instant, its powerful might blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
A murderous glint flared in Su Mo's eyes. Just as he was about to retaliate, he immediately suppressed the thought.
A large group had just rushed into the Sacred Gate, and the crowd had yet to disperse. Ren Yundu and many other Divine Martial Academy disciples were nearby. The Witchman King's strike was powerful and indiscriminate; if Su Mo shattered it with force, he would very likely injure many people.
Whoosh!
Su Mo instantly erupted with his fastest speed. His figure flashed to the side like a streak of lightning, swiftly evading the attack.
Boom!
The enormous profound force palm missed Su Mo and struck directly against the Sacred Gate behind him, producing a heaven-shaking explosion.
The Sacred Gate showed no reaction whatsoever, while the profound force palm immediately shattered, sending surging waves of air in all directions.
Seeing this, the others quickly retreated to avoid being caught in the aftermath.
Everyone was alarmed. It seemed the enmity between the Witchman King and Su Mo ran deep. They had only just entered the Sacred Gate, yet he was already impatient to attack.
However, Ju Mo and some of those who had arrived later did not know that the Witch Tribe bore a