Chapter 837 Chop!
- As a combat arts master, the black-robed elder always despised mortal squabbles. No matter how the Rodunstian young men bickered, he kept his lofty air, eyes closed, resting quietly in the back.
- But when Zachary stepped in, his nerves snapped tight, a chill crawling over his skin.
- That razor-sharp killing intent, solid as steel, flared like exposed blades. It made him wary.