C1103 CHAPTER1103 COLLAPSE

Sam Moreels stood still, sensing a hostile gaze fixed on him. Calmly, he glanced over and spotted a young man in a purple robe sneering at him, even making a slicing motion with his hand. The crowd around the young man buzzed with energy.

Sam narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the young man as the deputy leader of the Samsara Palace, the son of the notorious Buddha Executioner, Futsu