PRIMORDIAL LORD OF CHAOS

The challenge (3)

The thunderous voice echoed throughout the holy son candidates lodge and the expression of everyone present changed.

Who had the audacity to blatantly challenge the authority of the holy son candidates ! .

"He is here ". Dane who recognized the owner of the voice smiled bitterly before shaking his head slightly.

"I knew that there was no way he was not going to stir up trouble . Am afraid that we have poked a Horn's nest this time ". Dane lamented.

After the terrifying sword intent gradually dimmed , a gentle footstep sounded at the entrance of the lodge.

Soon , an outline of a figure that was calmly walking into the lodge could be seen.

A tall young boy with pure golden hair that was complemented with purplish Iris that gave off a demonic glow.

His extremely handsome face seemed divine and there was a noticeable indifference between his brows that made his expression to be extremely cold and passive .

Dressed in simple black battle robes , Amon looked at the people in front