Chapter 937: You Couldn't Afford a Single Scratch!

To compare a Grandmaster to a piece of trash… that was nothing short of courting death. In that instant, everyone stared fixedly at Tacito Temple as if they had seen a ghost, shock written all over their faces. And when he saw this, Li Xianghe practically went mad with glee. A vicious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked at Tacito Temple the way one would look at a corpse. Especially when his gaze fell on Yan Yutang's stormy face, he knew Tacito Temple was as good as dead. It...