Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

Plain, Jiang Wang, whose star power had been replenished, suddenly felt a massive wave of foreboding.It felt as if an invisible hand had gripped my throat and squeezed my heart.But this feeling, it va...un, Zhū Wèi, arrived, its tip pointed at Píng Tiān Guàn's forehead.>There are dragon roars between heaven and earth.Zhuang Gao's white tassel before his crown flew out, a streak of dragon-like qi like...