"The Tomb Guardian has appeared!"
Ye Chen's eyes lit up. This ancient figure was shrouded in poisonous mist, exuding a very sinister aura that made one's skin crawl just by looking at it.
"I am the Heavenly Poison, the Tomb Guardian of this place. Young man, do you wish to refine the Poison Stele?"
The Tomb Guardian, Heavenly Poison, scrutinized Ye Chen with a cold gaze.
"Indeed, I ask that you help me, elder," Ye Chen said, cupping his hands.
"Heh, a mere waste from the fifth-level Chaos Realm, you have no right to refine the Poison Stele. Get out of here!"
The Tomb Guardian, Heavenly Poison, scowled and shouted angrily.
"If I defeat you, can I then claim the Poison Stele?"
Ye Chen's eyes were sharp as he asked.
"Heh, you think you can defeat me? What a fool's dream! Under the crushing Abyss Poison Mist, not even your bones will remain! Out of consideration for your hard-earned cultivation, I'll give you a chance to leave. Get out of here quickly!"
