“You!” Panic overtook the young man in golden armor when Qing Han summarily aimed a weapon of war at him. 

He fancied himself an important figure, one much more superior than the rest of the cultivators in today’s world by a large margin. However, he couldn’t do anything when Qing Han acted with no concern for face.

“So this is the true character of the Youth Dao Sovereign! You don’t even have the courage to face me in a fair fight.” With a huff, the young man slowly sank to the ground.

He really was worried that Qing Han would dust him with a shot like what had just happened moments ago. That would be the most worthless way to go.

It’d greatly frustrated him to have been taken out by Qing Yu in only a few moves back in the Sovereign Arena,...