From the moment he entered the Church of Light, Pryce had always regarded himself as the most outstanding genius.
Whether it was combat aura, martial techniques, or the cultivation of various secret techniques, he was far superior to his peers.
There was also that cold man who had always taken special care of him, Pryce's absolute super genius.
But his pride and dignity had been crushed by Joelson on the dueling platform three days ago.
The furious Pryce immediately asked the red-robed bishop to send a message back to the Holy See, wanting to enlist a few saint-level believers to help him vent his anger.
But the result was rejected!
It was personally rejected by that bastard, Chesterton.
The authority of God, Chesterton.
"Actually, there's still a way."
The red-robed assistant said carefully.
"What?!"
Pryce turned his head abruptly and stared at him.