Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",As the golden chariot of King Jin was about to crush Fang Yi, he remained unfazed. He bit his tongue tip and instantly, bloody red lines appeared on his face, extending from his lips all the way to his eyebrows, merging into Bai Weixing. 。,Dongliu Jianzun's sword, piercing into the spatial vortex, did not deviate in direction. It pointed straight at Zhang Ruochen's heart. 。。