C276 Winning in Ten Thousand Battles

The Overlord's Fist, simple two words, exuded a boundless domineering aura. Domineering, domineering, with the aura of a king.

Gu Feng took a deep breath with a grave expression on his face. That pressure was like a giant boulder pressing down on his body. If not for his tyrannical body, he probably would have already been crushed by the heavy pressure when he opened the scroll