The people below were looking at him, thinking in their hearts that these three questions and three answers were enough to stop them from asking any other questions. However, they had never seen his strength before. Since he allowed them to test him today, this opportunity could not be missed.
Then, a few people looked at each other and whispered a few words. Finally, an old man stood up, bowed to Mo Chen, and said, "Holy Son, I dare to ask you to teach me a few moves."
Hearing this, Mo Chen looked at the old man with a gentle smile on his face, and said slowly: "Okay, you can come forward."
Hearing this, everyone's heart was lifted, and they looked at the old man. This old man was the great elder of their temple, and he was a powerful man who had reached the level of a god. If he took action, would the saint in white on the stage...
As he was thinking about it, he saw the great elder standing there motionless, his face flushed, sweat oozing from his forehead, as if he was under great pressure. His body was tense, but his legs did not take a step. The spiritual energy in his body surged, and the powerful pressure and the surge of airflow made the people around him involuntarily retreat.
"What's wrong with the Great Elder? Didn't the Holy Son ask him to step forward? Why is he mobilizing all that spiritual power to exert pressure just by standing there?" a young woman asked in a low voice.
A man beside him lowered his voice and replied, "Look carefully, the Great Elder is not not moving, but he can't move. He is suppressed by the pressure of the Holy Son and can't take a step forward!"
"Ah? How could that be? The Great Elder is a powerful being at the level of a god! Could it be that the Saint Son is even more powerful than the Great Elder?"
"The Holy Son is the direct disciple of the Hall Master, so how could he be weak? It's no surprise that he can suppress the Great Elder. Otherwise, the Hall Master wouldn't have stood aside and watched without taking any action."
"I didn't expect the Saint Son to be so powerful. It seems that no one will object anymore, right?"
"It's hard to say." A middle-aged man said, looking at the white-robed Saint on the stage, "If we want everyone in the temple to be convinced, there is still one more hurdle to go!"
After hearing this, someone nearby asked, "Which level?"
"Of course it's the ability of being the Son of God."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he looked at the great elder in front of him, whose legs finally gave out and he fell to the ground, sweat pouring down his back and his face pale as he looked towards the stage.
"I lost, and I lost wholeheartedly." The Great Elder said, and after calming down for a while, he stood up and bowed to him respectfully.
His face flushed and finally turned pale. The pressure he endured was incomprehensible to others. It was precisely because of this that he knew the strength of the Son of God, which was indeed above his, and he could not help but accept it.
Mo Chen nodded slightly, looked at everyone and asked, "Who else?"
Looking at the Holy Son in white on the stage, his expression remained the same as before, his face was gentle and his temperament was elegant, yet he seemed to be confident that everything was under control. Those who were thinking about how to speak could not help but hesitate for a moment.
He was strong and confident. Today's tests had exceeded their expectations time and time again, causing those who wanted to come out and test him to the final level to hesitate, because the Holy Son in white on the stage made him feel insecure.