C3495 For the Crisis of the Kirin Clan

"Fairy Mu Qing. "

A young man walked out from the crowd.

The man was wearing a golden Battle Armor, and his black hair was draped over his shoulders. His expression was as cold as iron, and a divine light radiated from between his brows. He gave off a domineering aura that looked down on the world.

As he spoke, a boundless fiendish aura surged forth like a tidal wave