"What about immortals, immortals, and immortals?" First, murmuring to himself, as if trapped in an irresistible distant memory, xuanhuang's eyes were taunting first, and then the bone cutting hatred. Suddenly, he looked up with a long smile, like madness, holding the sword of Hongyan high in his right hand, hissing and cracking his lungs, shouting, "I am the hand of Hongyan, who is I? How is the heaven?"

thunders are heard all the time, silver snakes are flying with lightning.

mustard looks respectfully at xuanhuang, the master of human gods.

"ask four generals to come out and block the immortals." As if venting his helpless anger, xuanhuang recovered his composure....