Chapter 149: You're Not an Ancient Martial Artist-You Follow the Old Ways!

"Who are you to stir up trouble on my Perton?" The delicate-featured Mire God burned with fury, glaring at Dante Easton who stood atop a treetop, his gaze sweeping the collapsed mountainside below. The Underground Dragon Palace was swallowed by the landslide. The painstakingly built lab and the Corpse Binding Seal were crushed beneath the earth. Two figures still lay on the ruins-was that Granny Collin Merrie, the Plain Witch? Before Dante could speak, the ancient martial artists who hated him...