blow but also the devastating aftershock of the impact.Under such an onslaught, even a quasi-Supreme being would suffer grievous wounds or even be on the brink of death!At this moment, all the geniuse...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.Jiang Heng's face contorted into a cold smile.Three tortoise shells, each representing one of the Three Divine Assassin Dynasties.One beam of light, pointing in a particular direction.Many people look...