C483 Soft Persimmon Seed

"Shee Loong, don't tell me you want to fight!"

Gao Xiaotian shouted loudly, and the pressure of the peak Martial Monarch Stage spread out from his body. It was accompanied by a monstrous fighting spirit, and like a tsunami, it pressed down on Shee Loong, wave after wave.

That kind of pressure was not only an oppression of the body, but also a deterrence of the soul