The Dragon Gateapos;

The disciples of the Cold Sword Immortal Sect huddled within the formation, each with a drastically changed expression.,A disdainful flash crossed Xiaoqing's eyes. Her massive dragon claw tore at the Constrictor Net with a gentle rip, shattering it into pieces and offering no resistance whatsoever.,It wasn't very long, just a few zhang at most, but the fierce pressure it emitted was bone-chilling.。