C179 What a Pity!

Within a mere couple of minutes, sixty to seventy Iron Palm Sect Master Disciples lay on the ground, seized by uncontrollable convulsions. The streets echoed with the sounds of despair.

Feng Manlou's mouth curled into a grimace, his heart swelling with vindication. Throughout his life, he had despised three types of people the most: traitors who betrayed their country