Chapter 92 Disciple Of Octagon Sect
- “Where is Jasper?” Donald questioned.
- The man was still trembling uncontrollably and stammered, “Y-You can't kill me! I'm from Octagon Sect, and my master is Octagon Sect's elder!”
- “Where is he?” Stepping forward, Donald ripped the man's mask off. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, and his face was as white as a sheet.