'Hmph, to think a mere Tier Five Spirit Marquis would force me to use my full strength. If those old geezers found out, I'd never hear the end of it!' he muttered to himself, raising the Silver Longsword in his hand.
'But this kid has done the Refinement of Fire Spirit Black Obsidian, which is extremely harmful to spiritual bodies like me. Using my full strength should be excusable. I just hope he can take at least one hit, or this won't be any fun at all!' The Elder finished his thought and turned his gaze to Shen Haoran, only to find him standing with his eyes shut tight.
'Huh? Is he just giving up? What a coward!' the Elder said with disdain, seeing that Shen Haoran wasn't making a move.
However, just as the words left the Elder's mouth, a sense of imminent danger washed over him. Shockingly, the source of this feeling was Shen Haoran, who stood across from him with his eyes still closed.
