"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。