C1371 Tanks as Assassins

Upon hearing Lu Lee's words, the rich young man chuckled, "You really overestimate yourself. Fine, let me witness your pitiful wealth."

A round pearl suddenly appeared in Lu Lee's hand. Golden lightning danced on it, making ear-piercing crackling sounds in the air.

Low-grade Immortal Weapon, Chaotic Thunder Spiritual Pearl.

The moment the pearl appeared, the rich youth's eyes widened in shock