A strong man swung his fist, and the Xuan iron martial stone exploded into a shower of fragments.,Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,Three years ago, the current Sect Master of Zhenwu Holy Sect cultivated to the peak of Saint Vein Realm. In order to seek that last glimmer of hope to enter the God Vein Realm, .。