an ordinary person could create.To be honest, even Luo Xiangling couldn't believe it when she saw it. The painting and the poem were about her.What made Luo Xiangling's heart skip a beat even more was...The Three Realms Prince showed a hint of surprise.

Ye Junlin's methods were more fierce and ruthless than he had imagined.

In his hand, a Honghong sapling was sacrificed, colliding with the Purgatory Spear.

The horrifying tide, vast and boundless, surged forth.

Sharp gun flashes, intertwined with the aura of the Honghuang.

The two figures separated once more.

Then Ye Junlin charged again, like a black-armored war god, his moves fierce and sharp.

At this, all present held their breath.

This kind of battle is too intense.

And every move is fatal.me.Although there was a fleeting moment of amazement in his eyes.But more than anything, there's fear.After all, this Young Master Yun, the head of the Confucian school, is not some good-for-nothing.L...