Chapter 175: You think I can't beat him?

Fifteen silver needles shimmered with black-and-white halos, stopping less than two millimeters from the fifteen senior members of the Crest Sect. The swagger drained from their faces; none of them even dared to breathe. Dante Easton stayed as cold and aloof as ever. A murderous aura burst forth in an instant. If this turned into a war, he would erase those fifteen first. With his ghost-and-shadow escape methods, Denise Spruell would not be able to catch him. One sudden strike had been enough to...