Chapter 303: Soul-Locking Envoy, Simon Vik!

Pierce Dowlton strode toward them. Diego Santee curled his lip. "Kill me? With you?" "If you've got the guts," Pierce shot back, "why didn't you get on the arena?" "You…" Pierce's face flushed as he was about to explode. Diego lifted a hand and flicked his wrist through the air. Smack! The crisp slap cracked across the silent mountaintop, jarringly loud. Pierce's cheek burned. From a hundred yards away, Diego had used true force to slap him across the face? Rage surged up Pierce's throat. Before...