Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

City would be a piece of cake.Zheng Zhaoyang couldn't answer, but his fists and feet had to respond.Cleansing qi breaks evil, military might dispels grievances.The entire sky, half is dark clouds and...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ Palace, whose world knows not how many times. After his death, the remaining nutrients and even his destiny fused with a spark of true spirit hidden in the God-Hosting Stele. This combination of past...