Chapter 398: Humiliation

"Anyone still want the Violet Mystic Holy Edict in my hand?" It was the most crushing, contemptuous stance. The most arrogant, domineering words. Benson Santee stood beneath a sky of blood-rain, like a peerless… god of slaughter. Everyone on the field shuddered. A heavy tremor ran through every spine, as if the scene before them had been painted with violence itself. Fear swelled in their chests. The shock only magnified, over and over, until it felt endless. To the west, inside the Tower- "This...