Chapter 206: One Sword for a Little Bastard

Paola Warth, at the Second Realm of Grandmaster, had a head of silver hair streaming in the wind. Her old-fashioned long robe billowed, and she held a sharp sword. Her sword intent surged like a flood, giving her a lofty, reclusive-master air. To make absolutely sure, she had to lure Dante Easton into the array. She opened her mouth and hurled the ugliest insult she could think of. "Yale family bastard!" Dante's brows pinched together. He stood where he was, looking at the overbearing old woman. "Old...