Chapter 3169
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The people below looked at him and thought to themselves. These three questions and three answers had made them unable to ask anything else. There were no more questions, but why hadn't they seen his strength yet? Since he had allowed them to test him today, they couldn't miss this opportunity.
Thus, a few people looked at each other and whispered a few words. Finally, an old man stepped forward and bowed to Mo Chen. He said, "Holy Son, if I may be so bold, I would like to ask the Holy Son to teach me a few moves."
Hearing this, Mo Chen looked at the old man with a gentle smile on his lips. He said slowly, "Alright, come forward."
Hearing this, the crowd could not help but feel their hearts in their mouths as they looked at the old man. This old man was the Great Elder of the Divine Temple and was a powerful cultivator who had reached the Heavenly God Realm. If he were to attack, would the white-robed Holy Son on the stage …
Just as he was thinking this, he saw the Head Elder standing there motionlessly. His face was red and his forehead was covered in sweat. It was as if he was under great pressure. His body was tense, but his legs didn't move a single step. The spirit force in his body surged, and the powerful pressure and aura made the surrounding people involuntarily retreat.
"What's wrong with the Great Elder? Didn't the Holy Son ask him to come forward? Why is he just standing there and using his spiritual energy to suppress him? "A young woman asked softly.
A man beside her replied in a low voice, "Look carefully. It's not that the Great Elder is not moving, he can't move. He's being suppressed by the Holy Son's pressure and can't take a step forward!"
"Ah? How can that be? The Great Elder is a powerful cultivator at the Heavenly God Realm! Could it be that the Holy Son is stronger than the Great Elder? "
"The Holy Son is the direct disciple of the Temple Master. How can he be weak? It's not surprising that he can suppress the Great Elder's strength. Otherwise, the Temple Master would not have just stood there and watched as if it had nothing to do with him. "
"I didn't expect the Holy Son to be so powerful. It looks like no one will object anymore, right?"
"It's hard to say." A middle aged man spoke, and then he gazed at the white clothed Holy Son on the arena and said, "There's still one more test to be completed in order to make everyone in the divine hall be convinced!"
Hearing this, someone at the side asked, "Which stage?"
"Naturally, it's the ability of a Saint."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he saw that the First Elder in front of him could no longer support himself and fall to the ground. His back was covered in sweat and his face was pale as he looked at the stage.
"I've lost, and I accept my loss wholeheartedly," said the Great Elder. After calming down for a moment, he stood up and bowed respectfully.
His face went from red to pale, and no one could understand the pressure he had to endure. It was precisely because of this that he knew that the Saint's strength was indeed above his own, and he had no choice but to accept it.
Mo Chen nodded slightly, looked at the crowd and asked, "Who else?"
Looking at the white clothed Holy Son on the arena, his expression was the same as before. His face was gentle and his temperament was refined, but he seemed to have everything under control. This caused those who were thinking of how to speak up to hesitate for a moment.
He was powerful and confident. Today's test had exceeded their expectations time and time again, causing those who wanted to step forward to test him to hesitate. This was because the white clothed Holy Son on the arena made them feel uncertain.
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