Chapter 920

A sinister light flickered in the Shadow Guardian's eyes. Then, a ferocious expression swiftly spread through his blood-red pupils. "Brat, you're the first one to speak to me like that. In return, I'll make sure you experience a fate worse than death," said the Shadow Guardian in a chilling tone. Cameron sneered, his eyes reflecting the same coldness. "I'm just afraid you might not have the ability." "Is that so? I hope that when I have you, you'll still be as defiant," the Shadow Guardian replied with a grim smile. His blood-red tongue licked his lips as he continued to say, "However, if I refine your Martial Saint body, I imagine my strength will surely increase a lot." Cameron's eyebrows furrowed. His heart grew heavy, not out of fear of the Shadow Guardian. Although the Shadow Guardian was strong, he was not afraid of them since they were both at the rookie level of the Martial Saint stage. What troubled him was the Shadow Guardian's intent to refine his body to absorb his