C2220 Last Strike?

"Right now, there shouldn't be anyone alive in the Golden Hall." Chen Yu‘er said with a trembling voice.

"Gu Dong!"

"They should all be dead." Qing Luan swallowed a mouthful of saliva as she looked at the destructive might of the Nine-headed Dragon with fear.

"I wonder how long Senior Ba Xiang will be able to endure this kind of attack from the Nine-headed Flood Dragon