C189 The Competition for the Inheritors(part Ii)

The hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Two men with golden hair and handsome looks confronted each other, ready to fight at any moment.

Jin Zilai held the Spear of Doomsday in his hand and stood on top of the golden toad. He looked mighty without being angry, and his aura was overwhelming.

Lu Ziyang gently waved his folding fan