Chapter 288: All the Grandmasters Were Dead!

"King of Valia, come on!" an ancient martial artist from the West bellowed, waving a greasy pig trotter in one hand. "Back in prison, I told you we'd drink ourselves stupid the moment we got out. Tonight, we don't stop until we drop!" Turner Warth's face had been wound tight for so long it looked carved from stone. He walked up to Dante Easton, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Sect Master Huo… about my Tendos Pavilion disciples…" Dante patted his shoulder, easy as ever. "It's nothing. They treated...