Chapter 50

arena, and then... Zhou Taishan's stomach caved in, his mouth agape, spewing not blood, but an assortment of filthy implements!"Zhao Ping'an!"Lu Zong's emergency cry came too late. He watched helpless...Chapter 50

"rong even during the day. Covering his chest, he rose and cast another spell."Master Ye, have people come forward! Just hold him back for more than three minutes and the scorching sun will defeat him...