Chapter 51: Pentos Sect's Number One Martial Madman

"That's the Demonic Blade…" Emmanuel Lashbrook's tone turned solemn. His gray-white pupils locked onto Elder Azrael without blinking. The room fell quiet in an instant. Elder Azrael's expression hardened as well. He did not know how to answer. Or perhaps he still had not decided what answer he wanted to give. "So even you haven't truly thought through the consequences." Emmanuel shook his head slightly, then poured tea into the two cups on the table. After that, he said, "I know...