In the winter, the sunlight was mild, yet it could not conceal the undercurrents surging through Nanliu City.
Sitting tall in the saddle, Li Feng kept his back straight, casting a cold gaze at the golden, awe-inspiring dragon that coiled above the rooftop. A sneer played at the corner of his mouth.
"Those who trigger the Heavenly Curse shall face certain death with zero chance of survival!" The golden dragon's radiance grew even more intense, and its voice turned bone-chillingly sinister.
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