Chapter 601: That Was Close. I Nearly Died.

"If you want to leave, step over the Heavenly Burial Sword in my hand first..." On the Artifact Refinement Ground, the tension kept climbing. Benson Santee held his sword across the way, blocking the path. The blade was cold, and so was the man holding it. Everyone's nerves tightened. Anyone could feel the harsh, cutting chill radiating off him. This was not mercy. This was a reckoning. Benson Santee was not making things difficult for Stellan Dacre. He was striking back at everything they had...