Chapter 342: Sword God Baz!

In the Asurian Westrealm, the Azure King Group's headquarters towered into the clouds. Inside its grand, imposing hall, rows of guards in black armor stood ramrod straight. A thick killing aura rolled off them, so heavy it felt like something clawed its way out of hell and learned how to wear discipline like a crown. They lined both sides of the hall in silence, lending the place an even sharper, more suffocating majesty. Look closer, though, and the sight turned strangely unreal. Every last one...