C227 Loong Feiqing Versus Zhao Xiaoqi

The training field, once bustling with soldiers, was now dominated by a single, expansive arena, cleared by the sheer force of Loong Feiqing's presence.

At the heart of the arena stood Loong Feiqing, a solitary figure wielding a four-edged golden mace that glinted with an unmistakable brilliance—a clear sign it was no mere weapon.

"You're too slow," Loong Feiqing remarked icily