Chapter 614 I’m Mr. Goodwell

For Monica, the dumbest move she ever made as a martial artist was picking a fight with a cultivator. Of all people, she chose someone who could call in an air-to-surface missile that blasted her face into dust.
But Black Shroud kept turning it over in his head, lining up every powerhouse across Skaonia he could think of. Each one had shaken the ancient warrior realm decades ago—reclusive masters with legends that stretched for miles, all of them getting up there in age.
Even the youngest among them was already around fifty, at the fate-knowing stage.