Drakon of The Seven Armies – Chapter 1932

"I know you. You're that little girl that old woman took in." The masked man looked at Hera.

Then, he chuckled coldly. "According to seniority, you should be calling me sir. How can you be so disrespectful?"

"Sir? Eat this instead!" Hera yelled angrily and thrust her right palm out.

A nearly solid purple shadow fist soared toward the masked man's chest.

Even though it was just a spontaneous attack from Hera, the force of it petrified everyone.