shing through the heavens, falling towards the coffin to cleave apart the chains on its surface.Even powerful figures like Lu Jing and Lu Kun wouldn't be able to easily open the coffin in a short amou...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade. Clan, shattering both flesh and soul.Then, a dozen more royal experts took action one after another.It's not that those who are close to becoming Supreme powerhouses would just stand there and watch...