C1777 CHAPTER1777 MATCH

Overall, the situation was growing increasingly dire. Sam Moreels clenched his fists in secret, his mind racing with thoughts, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Zhao Tu... Elder of the Zhao Tu Sect!" he exclaimed. "Why did you only show up now? What were you doing before this? The Elite Disciple has called for you countless times! Why didn't you come?"

Fu Tian