C1271 Saintliness

The golden world was vast and endless.

Dao Zun looked at Yang Ping in shock, as if she was an unrivalled god of war, her heart couldn't help but to tremble. There had never been a moment in which he respected a person so much, and this person was actually the Yang Ping he viewed as an ant.

Impossible!

Dao Zun roared internally, his eyes emitting a cold light. This must be an illusion