chapter 157 A generation of masters

A fourth-grade grandmaster who practiced hard skills was beaten to death by two slaps. The eyes of the Tiandaozong people were straightened. They come in high spirits. Who knows that they will die before they are born? How the hell can this be justified? Originally, they thought that without Abraham Griffith, killing these people was no different from killing chickens. But who will tell them where this tough old man came from? "Who is your Excellency?" The old man in black lost his composure...