At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense.
Countless eyes were staring at Master Fu Su like sharp swords!
The personal maid had her shoes and socks pulled off by a bandit crow in public, how could someone like Master Fu Su tolerate such humiliation?
"You're courting death!"
Sure enough, Master Fu Su's previous genteel demeanor vanished in an instant. He suddenly raised his head, his gaze icy and demonic, with killing intent as concentrated as winter. At that moment, he suddenly swung his palm heavily onto the small table in front of him. With a loud "boom," the palm emitted dense Sword Qi, and an astonishing white light rose up, transforming into a sword dragon over ten feet long, lively and lifelike, silently roaring in the air, swallowing the giant golden crow whole...
Transforming a sword dragon with bare hands, killing intent like the freezing winter!
"So fierce?"
