Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Give me a break 。A half-transparent aquatic demigod, a Saint King in his prime, charged forward, blocking the path of the golden dragon carriage. He mobilized the laws of water through his sacred arts, causing a silver river to appear on his palm. 。The long river swirled, turning into a liquid spear that shot towards the Golden Stepper Dragon Chariot. 。,Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.,"What a shameless scoundrel! We painstakingly put in all our effort and time just to break the formation, and you barge right in"。