C1789 Extraterritorial Guest
"Bitch, go die!" The spirit energy in Duan Feihong's hand condensed into a line and turned into a sharp spear that wanted to stab Empress Duan to death.
But suddenly, Yue Yi glared at Duan Feihong. The aura of a True Dragon scared Duan Feihong out of his wits and the long hair on his hand immediately shattered.
"Killing in front of me, you have guts
