Chapter 385: Hundred Evil Butchers · Joel Sanum

"Hurry up and make up the Holy Edict for me…" Immortal Tower. In the corridor where exquisite longswords covered both walls, Benson Santee had barely stepped out of his "Sword Insight" when Amy rushed up and held out her hand for the Holy Edict. Benson paused, confused. "Make up the Holy Edict? Why?" "Why else?" Amy glared at him through clenched teeth. "You went overtime twice, you know that?" Overtime… twice? Just then, an old man in black robes, leaning on a cane, strolled over. "Hahaha!...