Chapter 448: Not Stealing, Just Borrowing

"You want to catch me? With the likes of you? You're not even qualified." Nathaniel Gurnil snorted through his nose, contempt written all over his face. As deputy sect master of a sect whose legacy stretched back a thousand years, the secret art he had used was a true life-saving trump card. The speed he gained by burning his essence blood was so extreme it was almost indistinguishable from teleportation. Even so, he still failed to completely evade Justin Heskins's strike. He took the edge of...