Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi ordered the Holy Realm experts stationed outside Shengfu, "Kill them both." 。At least ten saints made their move. Some launched their holy arts and artifacts from afar at the golden dragon chariot, while others charged directly towards it. 。,The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。