Chapter 118: Blood Sect Remnants

Alonso Pamplin froze, then flew into a rage. He was Ninefolk Domainhaven's once-in-a-century prodigy, the one meant to carry its future on his shoulders, and he had died just like that! "You filthy bastard!" He roared himself hoarse and drove a fist at Daxton Mabbett. Leonidas Lashbrook snorted and met it head-on with a punch of his own. Their fists collided, and both men staggered back. Daxton looked at Alonso. "Domain Lord Pamplin, you really are lower than pigs and dogs." Alonso's face...