Everyone within the hall of Fengtian Mountain started at the abrupt challenge issued by the white-haired youth.

"Did he hit himself in the head?" Yuwen Fengtian wondered. "Given his rate of improvement, he should have an eighty percent chance of becoming a prime disciple if he has a month to prepare, right? Why would he need to rush like this?" It really did seem like a fool's errand.

"You guessed wrong. I think he's pretty smart. Perhaps he knows he did too well and we have our eyes on him. That's why he wants to become a prime disciple as soon as possible," Su Yunzhi said with furrowed brows.

"So he really looks down on Wuyou that much, eh?" Su Jiudao said with a cold chuckle and a look of displeasure. "Wuyou's at the ninth level of Unity, even stronger than Zhenxing!"

"So he's grown arrogant and proud after winning so many battles, eh?" Yuwen Kaitai mocked. "Young people are always this hot blooded. Doesn’t he know that he only has one chance to make the challenge? If he loses, he'll have to wait three more years."

Everyone's gazes fell on Su Wuyou.

"Wuyou, teach him a lesson. If you have a chance, kill him. Your uncle won't stop you," Su Jiudao said. Su Zhen was his little...