chapter 345 Things are different now.

Gene Mormont naturally knew the young man in black. He was Xue Yunming, the young master of the Black Evil Sect, with whom he had met several times.

And then behind Xue Yunming, Gene Mormont's gaze fell slightly on a sixty-year-old man in a plain robe.

The old man fell to the ground, somewhat like a stiff sculpture, his face was red, and the veins on his temples were swollen like beans. The aura around him made the space quite solid, and a very hot breath spread from his...