Chapter 79: All-Out Siege

Pfft! Dante Easton's silver needle sliced the knife-wielding ancient martial artist's skin, carving a shocking red line. Blood poured out, bright and vivid. Just then, a roar of killing cries rose from the rear. He glanced back. More than thirty ancient martial artists charged up, blades flashing and murder in their eyes. Their cultivation levels varied, but the man at the front was the strongest-at least late-stage Transforming Strength Realm. The spearman had said they were from Crest Sect. "So...