Chapter 167: A Grandmaster Realm of His Generation, Heart Torn Out!

His words sounded mild, yet carried the weight of looking down on the world, treating everyone before him like ants. "Franco Lawne? He was just propping up the façade, swaggering under borrowed power!" "The Mabre family's disciple couldn't possibly recover in three days. Let's join forces and grind him to dust!" The Mabre family's disciples raised their blades and rushed in, hemming Dante Easton in tight. Killing intent flooded the air as steel spat a vicious aura. They had seen Dante's injuries...