"Are you going?" The old turtle looked at Fang Lin and asked.
"Don't want to," Fang Lin said, grimacing.
"So are you going or not?" The old turtle looked impatient.
"I'll go..."
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Fang Lin arrived, striding on a huge tripod, carrying the Burning Heaven Fire Momentum, and a murderous aura.
"Fang Lin!!!" Zhou Yishui roared furiously, he was going crazy. He originally thought that his sworn enemy had fallen at the Hundred Beast Mountain, but he didn't expect him to survive and even appear here.
Fang Lin stood on the massive tripod, his face cold, and his eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent and madness.
This time, Fang Lin had let go of everything, just to be a good frenzy. Regardless of the outcome, he wanted to put up a fight.
"Kill!" Dozens of royal experts once again soared up to the sky, intending to kill Fang Lin on the spot. Otherwise, they would lose face even if the grand wedding could proceed smoothly.
