and the villagers from Dahuang.One by one, faces that were originally filled with a light mockery watching the show.The air now felt somewhat solemn and reverent.Although they belong to the same line...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.cing towards Jun Xiaoyao.At the same time, eerie blood-red runes were flickering.Generally, most Celestial Gods would feel a shiver run down their spines.But...After the sword glow flashed.Those blood...