"Young man, do you think the 'Martial Contest for Engaging Daughter' held at my Main Mansion is for mere amusement? Or do you think that my daughter is not desired by anyone and you can marry her or not at your own whim?"
Taoi Romero gazed coldly at Wyatt Barnes and rebuked in a deep voice.
Surprisingly, as Wyatt stood in the shadow of his imposing aura, he managed to sputter a mouthful of congested blood. A trace of surprise flashed briefly in Taoi's eyes.
Initially, he believed his overwhelming presence alone should have been enough to bring Wyatt Barnes, a mere fifth level warrior in the Original Infant Realm, to his knees.
"How do your actions reflect on the dignity of my Mansion and my daughter's honor?"
Taoi's voice suddenly turned stern.
Whoosh!
An even stronger aura emerged, sweeping towards Wyatt.
Instantly, the already pale face of Wyatt took another hit. He felt as if he himself was in the center of a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.
