Chapter 119: I want your blood to spatter the moon and stain the stars!
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Updated : Jan 9th, 2026
Arrogant. Flashy. Begging for a beating. Insolent.
That was the impression Dante Easton left on the crowd.
He had previously baited Crest Sect, boasting he would make their female Grandmaster, Denise Spruell, his servant. Now he sneered that everyone present was trash.
Rage boiled over. A wildfire roared in their chests. They wanted to tear him limb from limb.
"Damn it, Franco Lawne, if I don't kill you tonight, I'm no man!"
"So damn cocky. Franco Lawne of the capital, I'll remember you. If you...
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