"Who on earth are you?" Moyang looked up, letting out a voice that clearly belonged to him, yet carried an indescribable vicissitude of age, as if spoken by some peerless powerhouse who had lived for endless years.
"Who on earth are you?" The Saint Emperor avatar stared at Moyang, seemingly in deep shock, its faint voice trembling with intense dread.
Chapter 518: To Strike Is to Die
Chapter 205