Chapter 617: Even a mere King Stage Cultivator dares to shout at me? Heh.

He then grabbed Alcimus's arm and started slamming him on the ground multiple times, treating him like nothing but a rag doll.

"Khhkkkhkk!!"

Alcimus groaned in pain.

He was completely helpless in front of Nawdren.

Astaria tried to help him as well, however, Nawdren was simply using Alcimus's body like a weapon and was swinging him around, forcing Astaria to step back.

She couldn't even swing her sword because if she did, the one who would get hurt would be Alcimus.

Of course, she didn't really care about this old man, however, the problem was, if she attacked, her sword would pierce Alcimus's body, making it unusable for a few seconds, and those few seconds would be enough for Nawdren to end this battle.

"Khhoocckkkk!!"

Alcimus continued to groan in pain as Nawdren continued to slam him onto the ground.

"Yo- fucking bas-KhhHhkkh!"