Jason Yang slashed with his sword in an invincible posture, emphasizing each word, making Kunlun dim.
The majestic gate of Kunlun Mountain pales in comparison at this moment.
With one sword, even the Pure Land cultivator will be deified.
The Holy Son of the Star God Temple looked pale and had lost all his aura. A sword was placed between his brows, and no matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to act rashly.
Cangwu held Jason Yang even tighter at this time.
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