The Great Conqueror Third Master Li
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Twist off his head and use it as a soccer ball?
Hearing this arrogant voice, everyone was in utter shock.
Dude, do you know who you're talking to? That's the Pope of the Holy See, the most powerful man of the entire Tiger Continent, even more powerful than presidents. He could sentence millions to death with one nod of his head.
Everyone looked towards the entrance, wanting to see the brazen individual.
They were greeted by an arrogant middle-aged man. His brows as sharp as swords, his eyes as bright as stars. His face looked like it was carved by god himself, sharp as can be. The middle-aged man was proud, looking down on everyone and everything. He was dressed in cloak made from fire-scaled tiger skin and his entire body was exuding an unrivaled dominance.