At that moment, Alfonso was furious at his own shock and cowardice.
This was the lowest-grade blue psionic energy. It could not even activate a Single-Armed Photon Blade and required the aid of other weapons.
And this counted as a Holy Hall Warrior?
He had nearly been bluffed by this guy!
The Immortal God Race was pitifully few in number. How could this guy possibly be the real thing?
The glory of slaying an Immortal God Race, along with generations of accumulated hatred, drove Alfonso's mind completely into a frenzy.
He was going to chop off that head!
Then kneel and offer it to Your Highness Ambros.
The Ambros Family's prestige in the Forest Domain would spread even farther!
He, Alfonso, would be forever engraved upon the family's monument to its warriors.
The lowest-grade Zealous Holy Hall?!
What his opponent had said had already far exceeded Mu Fan's understanding of himself.
Ever since his teacher, Mo Handa, had fallen into slumber, everything he knew about the Holy Hall had been learned through trial and error.
But even if he knew nothing about the ranks within the Holy Hall—
He still believed that he...
Was absolutely not the lowest-ranked one!
Mo Handa, who had never known defeat in his life, was the strongest warrior Mu Fan had ever seen!
How could he, as Mo Handa's disciple, disgrace his teacher's name?
"Nether Domain, Forest Domain... There should be another one... Damn it, all the data in the database regarding that old bastard Mo Handa has been lost!" Black roared furiously in his ear. Black had lost his composure; he could actually hear information about his homeland.
Mu Fan raised his eyes, cold and grim. The blazing energy within the Dragon Core... was growing hotter and hotter!
Hotter, and hotter!
The psionic