Chapter 180: Brett Scull's Move

Thud, thud, thud... Thirty-seven headless bodies toppled in turn, crashing into a sea of blood. The stench grew thick and acrid in the air. A shriek split the silence. Tens of thousands of disciples snapped out of their daze, faces drained with terror. The sect master was dead. Their pillar was gone. A moment ago they had planned to wear Dante Easton down with rotation fights, full of confidence. The instant their backbone fell, they deflated like punctured balls. When they looked at Dante again,...