Chapter 1019: The Absolute Sealing Art

Inside the Devilmark Sect, the air hung heavy with dread. In the council hall, a warrior in crimson robes sat in a grand armchair, silent as a statue. Standing at his side was the Devilmark Sect Master himself. "My lord," the sect master murmured, voice low, "the people from the Swordsky Sect should be arriving any moment." "The three great sects have grown far too arrogant," the crimson-robed warrior said, his tone cold and damp with malice. "They actually dared to send only disciples. This time,...