Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

A radiance of myriad patterns burst forth with complete power, forming a halo of holy energy. 。,Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。