Five hundred years ago, his beloved had pierced his heart with one sword.
Five hundred years later, once the dynasty was reborn, the family would become a piece of trash, absolutely gorgeous!
At the foot of the Zhou Mountains, Luo Hao was holding his seven feet high mountain, calmly looking at the divine generals.
"Those who block my revenge, die, those who disgrace my Luo Clan, kill!" The Misty Cloud Queen was as high up as the sky? "I'm in the highest Heavens!"