Chapter 309: The Killing God from Hell!

The old man, Cillian Yale, straightened his back. His frame seemed to swell, towering and imposing. With a flip of his hand, a sharp sword appeared in his grasp. He drew in every trace of sword pressure around him. His aura surged, swelling by nearly eighty percent, and his Sword Intent turned vast and weighty, pressing down in all directions. Wave after wave of crushing might rolled out like a hundred thousand Tigre slamming down at once. The entire courtyard annex felt as if the air itself were...