C1755 Exceptional Strength

The sword was hung in the armory, presumably left behind by their ancestors.

With a weapon in hand, Chen Hao would not be afraid of this person.

When the Great Elder saw the scrap metal in his hand, he smiled disdainfully.

It was simply a pipe dream to think that he could compete with Qing Feng.

It was as if he had already seen victory in his eyes.

With a slash of his sword