Chapter 208: Hundredfold Humiliation
The crowd parted in the Silver Badge section, and a figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was Navarre.
He stood tall, his handsome face twisted with hatred and deep-seated, venomous resentment.
He had just emerged from an intensive, grueling month-long closed-door seclusion.
For thirty days and thirty nights, he had done nothing but blindly cultivate, pouring every ounce of his will and sanity into mastering a newly acquired Epic-Grade wind-attribute movement art.
Because of this total isolation, Navarre was entirely ignorant of the earth-shattering events that had unfolded in the Inner Palace over the past week.
He hadn't heard the whispers of the ten late-stage Violet Thunder Panthers being killed by Rhain.
He knew nothing of Braxton's shattered arms, or the Astral Alliance's dissolution.
All that had sustained him through thirty days and thirty nights of sleepless training was Rhain's kick against his butt.
