Chapter 320: Pretty Good at Putting on a Show, Aren't You?

Daxton Mabbett rose at the sound and stepped into the skies above the Artifact Sect. Outside the sect stood a crowd from the Kehir family, each face twisted with mockery and arrogance. Above their heads, three figures hovered in midair. Two were long-bearded elders. The third was a Golden-robed Man. Hands clasped behind his back, the Golden-robed Man studied Daxton Mabbett. "You're Daxton Mabbett? Cut your own throat and atone. Do that, and I'll spare the Artifact Sect." Daxton's expression stayed...