An old man clad in Battle Armor appeared before Shen Haoran, a Silver Dragon Spear in his hand pointed straight at him. The full might of a Tier Three Spirit Marquis's aura erupted forth.
"Hm? A Tier One Spirit Marquis?" The Guardian's brow twitched when he saw Shen Haoran.
"Brat, this is no place for games. I won't hold back in here. Are you sure you want to issue a challenge?" the Guardian's cold, mechanical voice rang out.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran rolled his neck and settled into a slight crouch. "Are all you Guardians this fond of pointless chatter?" he said lightly. "If I wasn't here to challenge you, why would I have shown up? Bring it on!"
"Hmph!" The Guardian snorted coldly at Shen Haoran's words. He had never seen such an arrogant disciple. None of the previous challengers had been below the rank of a Tier Six Spirit Marquis, yet this brat, a mere Tier One Spirit Marquis, dared to spout such arrogant nonsense!
"Take this!"
