King of All Forms

In June, Nanfeng City was scorching hot under the blazing sun.,Li Luo's figure, like a flying sparrow, darted forward to the burly youth's front. The wooden sword in his hand was drawn suddenly with the momentum of unsheathing, and in that instant, a gleam flashed by, piercing towards the burly youth's chest at lightning speed.,As for those gazes, Li Luo remained quite composed. He walked along the path until he reached the entrance of the academy, where he paused his steps.。