Chapter 627: A Battle on the Brink!

Hudson Dowlton stood his ground, the Black Cane turning slowly in his palm. Dense runes shimmered beneath his fingertips, bleeding a dim, eerie light. He stared at Asher Jauncy. The last trace of that mild, courteous smile had been wiped clean from his face. When he spoke again, his voice no longer carried that unhurried ease. It dropped low, rough, as if it had been forced up from the depths of his throat. "Just a brat who stumbled into the Martial Venerate Realm by sheer luck." He paused, then...