Chapter 677: The Little Witch Returns

William came in swinging. One punch shattered Tristan Wokey's spellcraft, scattering it like dust. He bared his teeth in a cruel grin and forced out stiff, broken Mandarin. "So this is Corvaina spellcraft? Pathetic. One hit and it falls apart." Tristan heard that and his temper snapped. "Well, look at you, blond and blue-eyed, you worthless mutt. You come onto our turf and you still dare to act tough?" He spat to the side, eyes blazing. "If Grandpa Wokey doesn't teach you a lesson today, I won't...