Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fang Yi turned to look, only to see a chariot of golden splendor being pulled by nine giant dragons, surging out of the darkness at high speed.,While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。