C1177 Moon Spirit King

It was the Great Conclave of the Royal Sacred Region, a place that was not the least bit weaker than Great Inflammation Imperial Court, and might even be several times more tyrannical.

But in Zhao Wu's mouth, it was so insignificant that it was like an ant being crushed to death.

However, these words did not make anyone around him object or think that he was boasting!

On the other hand