Eastern Viewing Stand.
"Marshall Morgan, it's that little bastard, Marshall Morgan. Truly overestimating himself, he actually came to challenge the Bronze Dais."
The red-robed youth beside Terrence York exclaimed.
"Indeed overestimating himself, but perfect timing for us to send someone to kill him. What do you think, Senior Brother York?"
Another young man said coldly, then looked at Terrence York.
Terrence York looked at Marshall Morgan on the dais, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "Agreed!"
He had always wanted a chance to kill Marshall Morgan, and since Morgan had come to the Bronze Dais himself, he naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.
On the other stands in various directions, some of the geniuses from the Bronze List also watched Marshall Morgan with curiosity.
On the Bronze Dais.
"Marshall Morgan, do you really wish to challenge the Bronze Dais?"
The middle-aged judge asked with some surprise.
"Yes!"
Marshall Morgan nodded again.
