"Challenge me?"
When Owen's words fell, the Pyrothrone King was initially stunned, thinking he must have misheard.
Although he had rarely fought in recent years, he had been a god-tier mage for many years, while Owen was merely a master-tier mage.
The gap between their levels was a vast, uncrossable chasm.
But soon after, Pyrothrone King's face darkened with anger.
A mere master-tier mage dared to challenge him, a god-tier mage?
Who gave him such courage?
Owen was completely disregarding him!
Not only was he a god-tier mage, standing above countless others, but he was also the ruler of a kingdom, holding the power of life and death over millions.
Owen's words were the height of arrogance!
With a grim expression, Pyrothrone King glared at Owen, his anger boiling over as he let out a cold laugh.
"Very well, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
