C202 Black Tortoise Bloodline

Realizing this, the expressions of the three people left in Martial Arts dojo changed. Han Qingshan stood up from the Grand Preceptor's chair, trembling, and said in a deep voice, "Chase!"

That's right, they had to chase after him. If that guy wasn't a Martial Saint, how could they let him escape so easily? But if he was a Martial Saint...

Han Qingshan shivered and secretly shook his head