C1208 We Meet an Old Friend Again the Immortal Sword Young Master

"Who dares to fight?"

On the stage, Zhu Qingyang stood proudly, like a silver winged god.

A pair of silver wings covered the sky and the sun, pressuring the young kings to not dare to accept the challenge.

"Damn it!"

All the young king level entities cursed, secretly regretting that they did not bring their own Divine Weapon s. Otherwise, it would not be Zhu Qingyang's turn