Chapter 5521 Physical Needs Met
- "What—what kind of force is this?" one guard rasped, terror whitening his knuckles around his spear.
- Even Marcus' practiced poise was shattered. His eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to pinpoints of disbelief.
- All his rigorous drills and all the coin spent forging an elite retinue were undone by a single breath from the stranger who now owned the room.