Yang Tiankuo looked arrogant, his eyes set high above the heavens, utterly dismissing everyone.
Facing the aggressively approaching crowd, Ren Jishi swallowed hard.
To be honest, he had seen Grandmasters before.
But this was his first time seeing one in Jiangcheng.
The crucial point was that this Grandmaster had come straight for him!
The Longhu Twins and the others also felt their throats bob, their pupils constricting into the most dangerous needle-like points!
A person's reputation carries as much weight as a tree's shadow.
Who hadn't heard of the Black Fist Grandmaster?
He was a supreme god of slaughter from Zhongzhou!
Chapter 63