Chapter 838 Past Events

Before Wyatt Carmichael could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest!

And then...

He was sent flying backward.

Falling to the ground.

Vomiting blood.

"Mad Dragon... you... you're not injured..."

Wyatt Carmichael's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Julius Reed.

"When did I ever say I was wounded?"

Julius Reed walked towards him step by step with an indifferent expression on his face.

"No... don't kill me..."

Wyatt Carmichael kicked his legs continuously, trying to escape from there.

But his body was now as if it had fallen apart!

Every struggle to crawl away was an endless torment.

As for those disciples, they turned to run even more quickly.

Who would still care for their master?

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Just then.

Sounds of hidden weapon boxes echoed from the woods.

And those Ceylon Mountain disciples, before they could even run out of the woods.

Collapsed one by one into pools of blood.

"Mad Dragon! How do you do."