C282 Old handicapped soldier

In half an incense's time, Zhao Mingzhe and Zheng Qiuyue had already reached the eastern gate of the Great Mo Capital.

The atmosphere here was a little tense, with over a hundred cultivators surrounding Zhao Shenglong, not even a drop of water could leak out.

Zhao Shenglong's expression was somewhat indignant, and his mouth continuously roared wildly:

"Come on, I'll be afraid of you