chapter 341 The Eighth-Rank Strongman Dies

In the blink of an eye, the golden dragon disappeared, and Boutros Chen stood there exhausted, gasping for breath.

Looking up at the old man in black robe, I saw that he had his hands in front of him and had not taken them down yet.

When he slowly put it down, the black cloth covering his face suddenly tore into pieces, revealing a face that looked very kind, but now pale.

There was even a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Although Jin...