Chapter 122: Promoting Blood Circulation

Under the bright moon, the grove beside the farmhouse inn seemed steeped in a blood-red mist. Hundreds closed in on Dante Easton alone-yet by sheer force of a single sword, he carved a path through flesh and fog, even leaving Yasmin Sabey, an early Core Realm ancient martial artist, gravely wounded. No one expected what he did next. He scooped up her battered, supple body, followed the path his blade had hacked open, and, treading on blood-stained moonlight, streaked out of the encirclement like...