tors, four Elders, and twelve Golden Arhats!"The old man, Huang Lao Xie, has already spoken: 'It was he who killed me!'"We are too!"Yes, we all are!"On hearing this.Suddenly!Suddenly, glared at Zhao......"Zhao Ping'an, who was inside the coffin, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The redness on his face vanished quickly, leaving him as pale as paper. He also seemed to have lost a significant amoun...