Chapter 445: Guilty of Possessing Treasure

"Get lost!" Dante Easton snorted, his gaze sharp as a blade. His left hand held a spell seal steady while his right sleeve snapped outward. The Halfborne Ruler appeared in his grip, flaring into a black-and-white sword-light that tore through the night! Thk! The steward's forward charge cut off mid-stride. He dropped his eyes to his chest. A blood hole the size of a bowl gushed warm red in thick pulses, and his spiritual power bled away with it. "Y-you..." His eyes bulged as he stared at Dante...