C443 Hand of Sorrow

"Kill!"

As Ye Xuan's last ice-cold voice sounded out, the seven golden dragons circling around Dao Wenyu suddenly roared towards the sky. A clear and resonant dragon roar erupted out, resounding between the heavens and the earth. A terrifying dragon's might poured down like the moonlight, filling the heavens and the earth.

Dao Wenyu's expression was a little solemn