Chapter 820 Poor Man

This kind of master is almost matchless.

If Kris guessed right, the sun and moon around him should be some kind of special protection.

"Grief!"

Dao Zhou said plainly, and punched once again.

Xuan Zhao felt a mournful roar was coming toward his ears, a sound that frightened him and even chilled his bone.

Even the deepest sorrow in his heart was stirred.

The traction was disintegrated, the sun and moon shattered.

Xuan Zhao retreated several steps, and...