Chapter 92: Bring as many as you want-I'll kill them all. No one leaves alive!

Dante Easton stood halfway up the mountain, wooden sword sweeping in a blur. Sword shadows wove and flashed, cold light biting as he slashed forward. The ground split with a thunderous crack. A savage fissure, like a bolt of black lightning, raced ahead, ripping through towering trees and cutting a hill clean in two. Sword aura bled along the gouged trench, keening without end, sharp enough to make one's skin crawl. "Insane. Dr. Easton's cultivation level jumped again!" Dave couldn't hold back...