C142 King of demons

With the command, the clashing of armor on the stage could not be heard, a few hundred guards holding long spears and short swords surrounded Feng Qingsheng, like a metal barrel, unable to be pierced by needles or splashed by water.

Feng Qingsheng suddenly ripped the crown off and fiercely smashed it onto the ground while laughing maniacally.

The gale blew up his silvery long hair