C4870 The Dota Tablet

The Valley Prince does not retreat, full of fighting spirit.

Yan Zhenqing's expression immediately turned cold. "Zhao Hongxun, since you are so stubborn, don't blame me."

He stepped on a cloud and carried a mystic ray. It was dazzling and resplendent, as if a true immortal had descended into the mortal world, shocking the world.

Yan Zhenqing held a brush in his hand and his eyes were cold