C581 One Strike from the Gold Sovereign

"Kid, how dare you spoil my good business!"

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Shen Yih. He wore a bloody mask that looked like a ghost. This mask was actually a Magic Treasure that could obstruct the exploration of other people's divine souls. However, this ferocious mask could not hide the fury in his eyes.

When the other party's words fell, it sounded like muffled thunder