Chapter 152: You've Gotta Call It "Ancestor"!

The Golden-robed Man staggered to his feet, his face twisted into something ugly. He sprang forward in a single step, reaching for his severed right hand. If he reattached it quickly enough, it would still work. He had barely gotten close when a streak of Golden Sword Energy swept in. Slash! The hand on the ground was chopped to pieces. He jerked his head up at Daxton Mabbett, features contorting with savage rage. "Bastard!" Daxton stepped in. In a blink, he was right in front of him, and his...