Chapter 1109

"I got you now! You're dead!" The old man sneered. The Art of Life and Death was a secret technique for murder. It was quite an unknown martial art and the old man had studied it for a lifetime. It had improved his strength in a short period of time and he was able to deliver fatal blows. This skill could even hold its own against an eighth-grade profound grandmaster. There was a boom as a strike landed on Steven. Steven flew backward but quickly stabilized himself in mid-air and just barely landed on his feet. He coughed up blood violently but didn't go down. "What?" the old man uttered in shock. He knew that Steven had superior strength, but this was a short-range full-strength attack. Even if Steven was a seventh-grade profound grandmaster, he would at least be seriously injured. Yet—how did Steven block it? Just then, the old man noticed something glimmering beneath Steven's torn clothes. A light golden supple armor! "Oh, you're such a fucking cheater!" the old man shouted