Chapter 393: Dark Primordial Sacred Body

"If you've got the guts, then come take it!" "Boom!" Sword qi ripped across the air in crisscrossing arcs, shaking the soul. Fourth Master Quinny fought like a man with his life already forfeit, and a storm of blood sprayed into the sky. Benson Santee stared Cassius Quixall down and threw out an even sharper provocation. Faces all around shifted again and again. No one had expected the "unlucky bastard" they had been mocking a moment ago to be this arrogant, or this… violently overwhelming. On...