chapter 196 Azolla
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Updated : Jun 13th, 2024
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops."
As soon as the solemn voice fell, Timothy Pickering stepped forward with a cold sword intent. As soon as his palm fell, he landed on the first war drum. In an instant, the war drum turned into powder and disappeared without a trace. Clean and tidy.
Just one blow made the crowd's eyes tremble, such a sharp sword intent.
"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
The high-pitched sound shook the eardrums, causing...
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