C461 Zhang Four Hundred and Fifty-two, an Inexplicable Battle.
Chen Ming’s Wise Heaven Star Great Array flew out from his back. The three people in front of him felt a great pressure. They were about to attack!
Coldblood said, “Don’t save your trump cards. Facing Chen Ming, any hesitation will cost you your life!”
Xu Sanliang said, “This is the respect we should have for the strong!”
Chen Ming held the Nine-year Cicada and raised it to the sky
