C71 Dragon Clan

"Second Young Master, let's go!" An aged voice sounded in the air. A pair of palm made of flesh, with a majestic force and ten thousand kilograms of force, tore through the space and attacked Faang Xuan.

"Hmm?" Faang Xuan frowned. It was this kind of old servant who came out to mess things up again?

He stepped on the ground and took a step forward