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.," Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。The Mad Demon swung his iron rod, unleashing a wave of holy energy in the shape of tadpoles. The wave surged outward, engulfing the three half-step Saint Kings. 。,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。