Chapter 687: Zane Martar

Snow Sect, within the sect's Main Hall. Dante Easton sat high in the seat of honor, his gaze settling on the black-robed man who strode in at an unhurried pace. One glance was enough. A pressure like a mountain rolled over him. Half-Step Martial Domain Realm. The kind that only needed one last push to step into the Martial Domain Realm. He was hardly weaker than the White-browed Taoist. "Sect Master Hoez." The man in black clasped his fists and dipped into a courteous bow, every bit of the...