Chapter 1897: The Chosen One of the Eastern Imperial Clan, O

the pitch-black and menacing Tianmangjiao Shen armor, wields the razor-sharp and chilling Shangmang Shen spear.Within him, there was still a lingering, inexhaustible aura of the Haotian Sword Intent,...nd couldn't remain calm."Aren't these dead"“We have missed the opportunity.”Several Emperors were sighing.The emperor's actions couldn't solve the chaotic body, which was beyond their wildest expectat...