C691 With a Golden Mace in Hand the World Is Mine

Ye Xiaomeng was extremely concerned about Su Hsingchen. Gritting her teeth, the radiance around her soared.

At this moment, it was as if the light of the sun and moon had descended on the spirits of this world.

The scimitar was like the scorching sun and the crescent moon. It charged through the crowd, connecting with the blood and screams