lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”,Throughout the battle, which raged within this nameless abandoned watchtower, no one paid it the slightest attention.。