While he said this, Hal knew he could not defeat a Saint. Even if he went all out with his Primeval Devil Bloodline, there was no way he could hold his own against a Saint.
In fact, the only reason he was still alive at the moment was that the Silver moon sect head was taking it easy on them because her daughter was involved.
Which was a part of the mother-daughter relationship he had been planning to take advantage of.
Anyways,
He never planned on defeating the Silver moon sect head. He only needed a few seconds to make sure she could not defeat him either or more accurately, he needed a few seconds to ascertain that he would not be able to bear defeating him.
"Mother, Corrina, Hal? What is going on here?" Asked the familiar voice of Leona who was now observing the hole in the ceiling of the main hall and then the detached altar on the ground between two opposing parties.