Chapter 1127: He Was a Grandmaster

The pockmarked-faced man's face was smeared with blood, and his entire body was dyed crimson. He lay sprawled on the ground, completely drained of strength, one arm stretched out motionless at his side. Everyone present was stunned. No one had expected the senior brother to cripple the pockmarked-faced man so cleanly and decisively. Martin, who had been worried sick, finally let out a breath. The tension around his eyes eased, and a faint smile touched his lips. The senior brother might have run...