As the majestic and irresistible voice of the Guardian fell, the entire battlefield seemed frozen by an invisible force. Despite their lingering resentment, Xue Qianren and Eric had no choice but to forcefully halt their attacks, retreating to a safe distance apart. Their burning gazes locked onto the suddenly appeared Guardian.
The Guardian was dressed in a long black robe, his face concealed within the shadows of a hood, yet his deep eyes seemed capable of piercing through all things in the world. He slowly descended between the two men, surrounded by faint fluctuations of energy—the terrifying power belonging to someone above the Martial Saint Realm, sending an indescribable sense of oppression through everyone present.
"Xue Qianren, Eric, the two of you have already broken through to the Martial Saint Realm, yet you disregard the rules of the Outer Realm Battlefield and recklessly engage in a fierce battle here. Do you realize you have committed a grave mistake?" The Guardian's voice was low and powerful, every word striking like a heavy hammer against their hearts.
Chapter 102