chapter 196 Azolla

"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...