The monstrous armor perfectly reflected the sun's rays as they landed on his body.
The Origin Guard looked incomparably majestic as he silently floated in the air, not even bothering to look at the annoying flies below his feet, as if they weren't worth his attention.
"Golden Core Realm!" someone shouted in an ear-piercing voice.
"Please forgive me, lord." A perceptive individual seemed to have understood something, quickly turning their head toward David and started apologizing.
However, David paid no heed. He was busy scanning the crowd for targets worth investing in.
David looked at the information in front of him and sighed.
[Name - Tom]
[Lifespan - 190/200]
[Spiritual Space - 800 meters]
[Laws - Lower Law of Rain]
[Cultivation - Foundation Building Realm Rank 8]
[Cultivation of Life - Straight Flow, Grade: Uncommon]
[Remark: Junk]
"Another trash," David said in disappointment.
