Proud Heaven stood atop the platform and watched the High Priestess float toward him. Her billowy garment seemed to connect to the void itself, and caused all heaven and earth to tremble around her as she moved.

Everyone could tell that the High Priestess was furious, and had sworn to herself that she was going to kill Proud Heaven on the spot.

For him to vie for the throne against her was disgraceful, even rebellious behavior. After all, she was a mighty figure who even people in the Sovereign Lord’s Age hadn’t dared to defy. Worst of all, Proud Heaven had been the one to bring the fight to her. In essence, he had to die. There was no room for mercy.

“You really want to kill me, don’t you High Priestess?” Proud Heaven said, standing there still and unmoving, but with a vicious grin on his face that made him seem like a tiger staring at a fat sheep. He seemed so ready to attack that looked as though he wasn’t feeling any pressure at all.

“That’s right, Proud Heaven. But it's not too...