Chapter 439: Sparring, Joining the Guild

Asura looked to be in his thirties. He wore his black hair cropped short and neat, and the stubborn stubble along his jaw only made his hard, cold features seem more weathered. His eyes were razor-sharp, a chill glint sweeping through them every so often. A silver-white robe wrapped his broad frame, a holy dragon totem emblazoned across it. Two scars cut clean through his upper body, crossing into an "X," yet he still looked brimming with vigor. The oppressive dominance and authority rolling off...