"Fight me." Sokzac growled.
The core disciples who had gathered around suddenly got excited. Though Sokzac didn't have the highest cultivation among them all, he definitely had the highest talent. And he even had such a beautiful fiancée, he had become a male idol for many.
Dyon who was holding Amphorae's hand was a relaxed expression on his face raised his eyebrows as though he was amused by the prospect. But, Sokzac's challenge wasn't anything but funny. If he still had his right forearm, such a challenge would be a joke. But, right now, he was on a lower playing field.
He was a lower celestial while Sokzac was a middle celestial. At the same time, they could both be considered 9th Order experts.
That said… Would Dyon lose? Of course not. Sokzac would get beaten into the ground ten times out of ten for two reasons: Dyon's soul strength was too overwhelming and his Presence had fused into every fiber of his being.
