"Zhao Zhen, how can our disciples be controlled by you at will?" Wan Lianshan's sword is on display. The breath is locked. It's far away from Zhao Zhen.

Yi Yu was panting, and his whole body was as empty as a sweat. Emperor Zhao was undoubtedly the most terrible one he saw. His strength was even comparable to that of the ancient emperor. With his distinguished identity, he could almost be called the first person in the western wilderness.

although Wan Lianshan's momentum is comparable to Zhao Zhen's, Yi Yu can see that Wan Lianshan has not reached the level of three ghosts and gods, and his real realm should...