C827
"Bam!"
In the Talisman Dao Alliance, a red wooden table that was made from thousand year old trees was smashed into pieces at the same time with a smack of the palm.
"Trash, a bunch of trash!"
A middle-aged man, his face twisted in anger as his facial features scrunched together. He roared at the people kneeling in front of him, "He's just a cripple without a cultivation base
