C2107 Repetition of history

On Mount South, in Zhao Ning's palace, the lights flickered endlessly, the atmosphere was even more gloomy and frightening!

Bam!" After a long while, a middle-aged man who was sitting in the middle suddenly stood up, and with a sudden palm, he directly broke the golden silk Nan Mu tea table in front of him. With a gloomy face, he coldly said: "Such big guts