chapter 18 The Phelps family was reduced to ruins

God, Dragon Temple?

There was no color on Conan Phelps face, and the color of his pupils was like ashes, without the slightest trace of life.

The moment I heard the three words Dragon Temple.

He was already shaken, and his whole body was in endless panic.

"God, God... Dragon Temple, you, are you the master of Shenlong Hall?"

"No, no... this is impossible, this is impossible, why are you the Dragon Temple? This realization is possible."

He...