Chapter 392: Eliminating Loose Ends!

"Y-you… We're Realpeak Sect disciples. How dare you?!" The people present snapped out of their shock and stared at Dante Easton with raw vigilance. He looked cold, almost indifferent. On the ground, the headless corpse still bled. Brain matter and blood had splattered everywhere, nauseating enough to make stomachs churn. They retreated behind an ancient martial artist at the Immortal First Stage. He stepped forward to shoulder the pressure himself, and the moment he moved, a crushing aura rolled...