"Ahem."
Elder Zhu Tian thought back for a moment, then said rather awkwardly,
"We never expected anyone to choose this one, so we tossed in the retired, previous-generation Guardians to get some use out of the scrap."
At this point, Elder Zhu Tian looked at Su Qing through the screen of light unfurled before them, a hint of regret in his expression as he said,
"Those Guardians may have been retired, but they're certainly no defective goods. Back when we fought the Dragon Demon Palace, this model of Guardian did a great deal of work."
"That brat Su Qing is in for some bad luck."
Su Qing studied the three suits of armor and drew the Kunwu Sword with a flip of his hand.
On closer inspection, although all three suits of armor were bulky and heavy, their details differed.
From left to right, the three suits held a pair of gilded sword-breakers, a broad axe half a body long, and a pair of short halberds.
Numerous traces of battle were faintly visible on their weapons and armor, bearing witness to the bloody storms they had weathered.
Dark red patterns gradually lit up across the three suits of armor.
With a crisp clatter of metal, the three Guardians abruptly raised their heads and rose from their kneeling positions, astonishing waves of spiritual energy spreading outward.
"Challenger, defeat me. Only then may you obtain the spiritual art."
Three hollow voices, cold and flat, rang out simultaneously from beneath the armor, echoing through the hall.
As the three Guardians activated, a Spirit Array flickered a short distance behind them. A stone platform appeared in midair and landed on the floor with a thud.
A ball of jade-colored light hovered above the platform, with a scroll faintly visible within it-the Hehuan Art.