us of the Immortal Realm, his level of monstrous talent is beyond description.So in the face of these charging royal prodigies.Jun Xiaoyao is equally simple, with a swirling light of chaos in his eyes...Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.
She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.
Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.
Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming. time.Beneath them, all rode upon beasts of various colors, each a ferocious and alien creature."Are they the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, or has that ancient Young Emperor broken through the barriers...