Yang Nianxia waved her arms, slamming the two bodies hard onto the ground. Zheng Yiran hadn't reacted yet, but Zheng Long and Zheng Hu had already vanished as two white lights.

"You—" Zheng Yiran stared blankly at Yang Nianxia, she couldn't have imagined that the deadly poison of her brothers Zheng Long and Zheng Hu would have no effect on this big man whatsoever. 。"Zheng Yiran, hello, my name is Yang Nianxia" 。Please advisese! I don't know why, but Tang Wulin distinctly felt that this person's fighting style might be similar to Ling WuYue's. 。He was no longer the reckless mech pilot he once was. His long spear shot up...