C725 The Offering of the River God
Zhao Dong's voice was cool and detached as he fixed his gaze on the approaching young man.
In that instant, the young man was drenched in a cold sweat.
He felt as though he was in the crosshairs of a venomous snake, one that could strike and shred him to pieces at any moment.
'So this is the might of a Tiger Sect disciple? Truly formidable!'
Fear gripped the young man's heart