Chapter 1669

Sheldon Blewett was the Blewett Tribe's king. His eyes burned with a fury so intense that they seemed capable of physical harm. If looks could kill, Sebastian would already be dead. Sheldon gritted his teeth, and his expression was a portrait of murderous rage as if he wished to devour Sebastian whole. However, Sebastian seemed oblivious to Sheldon's thoughts. He had never been one to show mercy to his enemies. Soon, another representative from the Forsaken Race stepped forward. The Human Race's morale plummeted instantly. Sebastian's performance in the previous two matches had been outstanding and exhilarating, but this time, his opponent was a Holy Lord Master. The odds of victory seemed slim at best. Their cultivation base was a world apart, which wasn't an exaggeration. Sebastian's known strength was only at the eight-star level of the Intermediate Deity Realm. The fact that he had defeated Fitzroy was already extraordinary. Now, facing a Holy Lord Master, it seemed impossib