C787 The death of the mysterious god punch

Zhuge Dianxuan was not a handsome guy, his body did not shine, but he stood at the summit of the imperial city. Under the moonlight, a silver radiance enveloped his body, as if giving him the robe of a war god. He was like a giant star shining with boundless light, and that light was not from the moon for him to see, because in the eyes of the 150 + people spectating