Chapter 343: The Second Origin Divine Sword!

Daxton Mabbett turned toward the sound. A Black-robed Elder strode in, his eyes colder than ice. The moment everyone in the pavilion recognized him, subtle ripples ran through the crowd. Sunny Heyland, on the other hand, lit up with relief, like a drowning man finally catching a lifeline. "Shopkeeper!" Then he snapped his gaze back to Daxton Mabbett, his face twisting into a snarl again. "You little punk, just you wait! You're dead!" Daxton Mabbett swung his sword in a clean arc. Slash! Sunny...