Chapter 632: The Ancient Martial World Shook

Three thousand miles overseas. On a massive island, deep within the Crimson Palace, a withered figure snapped his eyes open. Bloodshot veins webbed those pupils, and murderous intent churned inside them like a tide that could drown the heavens. "Dante Easton!" He roared himself hoarse and slammed a palm down, shattering the jade table before him. Boom! The entire palace bucked violently. Countless Runes collapsed into dust, and countless curse bugs died with shrill, broken spasms. The Beast...