Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fēng Mó was secretly astonished, feeling that Zhang Ruochen’s chariot must be of a very high battle rank. Otherwise, it would be impossible to so effortlessly deflect the full force of the Wanwen Sacred Artifact.,The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。The outer perimeter of the Jinbu Long Lian formed a circle of golden holy power mist, which violently clashed with the white light pillar. Waves of chaotic holy power surged outwards. 。。