C208 Ouyang Leiden

Kacha, a loud sound rang out … The biting cold wind from Ouyang Lei's fist swept past the side of his face and directly landed on one of the pillars in the room. The pillar was filled with wood shavings and the technique shocked everyone in the room.

Everyone present were all from the Su Clan. Within the M City, their military might could be said to be boosted by their weapons