Kapitel 315: Chapter 69 Three Styles of Hades_1

A chilly voice suddenly rang out, "I believe there's no need for you to go, as I am already here." A figure slowly emerged from the dark corner of the gate. Under the dim moonlight, the figure became clearer. It was a man covered in black scales, with his long black hair scattered around his shoulders. His face, which was not particularly handsome, bore no expression, but an icy killing intent constantly radiated from him. Most astonishingly, a short sword, no more than a foot long, was sheathed across his chest in a leather bag, and the black gem set on the sword's hilt emitted a strange gleam as if it were drawing in every soul present. A faint aura of evil radiated outwards from this hilt. Horton took a sharp breath; the person he dreaded most had appeared after all.