Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

While attacking, the frenzied mouth let out a monstrous shriek, laughing and crying at the same time, truly like a madman.,Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。