A White Qilin rises, emanating light for thousands of feet, tearing open the heavens, and descends rapidly!
Ning Chuan's white robes fluttered, breathtakingly flawless, even more beautiful than many women. He rode the White Qilin, howling loudly, charging swiftly.
This was a great battle, and he was burning with rage.
Shi Hao stole his Liquid Thunder, which he couldn't tolerate. What does it mean to be a Six-Crowned King? Invincible through six lives, revered in the world, unmatched by anyone of the same realm.
"Desolate, he's getting fierce, he's going all out!" someone exclaimed.
Shi Hao rushed forward, riding a giant Peng bird, vast and boundless, its wings tore apart the sky, golden lights layered, waves surged, arriving close.
Dong!
This was a world-shaking collision, enough to scare even Celestial Gods, trembling with unparalleled Divine Power, laws between them were endless!
