Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod, and even the water tribe's half-step Saint King was impacted, taking seven consecutive steps back, each step spanning dozens of meters. 。The Water Clan's Demi-Saint King's body, appeared with several cracks, he was actually lightly injured. 。"Wow, that's amazing!" 。The Water Clan's Demihuman Saint King spread his arms wide, hastily erecting a water sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters to protect his body within. 。",Nine Dragons run simultaneously, in terms of momentum, enough to overwhelm a Step Saint King. 。Soon, the golden chariot of Jīn Bù Lóng caught up with Fang Yi and Dong Liú Jiàn Zūn, arriving beneath the Saint Mansion. 。Those powerful Saints from the Dao Prison Realm and Zi Mansion Realm were left far behind the chariot. 。,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.。