alive all this time."Well then, let me show you what my confidence is truly made of."Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, in his palm lay a piece of black gold metal.That black gold metal, shaped like a tiger...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.tial bodies had all dimmed significantly.Its vast power of faith was rapidly depleting when facing the source priest.As for Ye Junlin, the power of the E-Clan War God he possessed was also gradually w...