Chapter 167: The Fawning Grandmaster

As soon as Anakin Joncey stepped through the door, the pressure of a Grandmaster exploded outward, spreading like an invisible net that blanketed the entire banquet hall. Everyone instinctively held their breath, their faces turning pale. "Who just laid a hand on Young Master Dowah and even dared to spout such arrogant nonsense? Step out and accept your death yourself, so I don't have to dirty my own hands and make you die miserably!" His gaze swept across the room like a blade, scraping past...