Chapter 120: Wind Saint Lord Mcintosh Came Demanding Someone?

Time slipped by like a white colt flashing past a crack in the fence. In the blink of an eye, half a year of hellish training reached its end. "Bang!" On the Training Ground, Nathaniel Urwin drove a punch forward and forced Byron Cutmore, who had deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the Divine Sea Realm, back two full steps. Dao-rhythm swirled around Nathaniel's body like flowing light. He was unmistakably a Pathseek Realm cultivator. "Not bad." Byron bled off the force, then nodded in...