In the eyes of everyone, it was impossible for Lin Xuan to win. In the next moment, a sky-shattering dragon roar echoed, causing the entire Treasure Tower to tremble violently. On the eighth floor, flames surged to the heavens, creating an apocalyptic scene. The onlookers felt a chill run down their spines.
"This is the true power of the Fire Dragon! Young Master Lin definitely can't withstand it."
"Forget him, no one could withstand it!"
"I think Young Master Lin is going to be reduced to ash!"
The crowd erupted in excited discussion.
You Ruo sneered. "Heh heh, that brat is finally going to be reduced to ash."
Huo Yuner breathed a sigh of relief. "So what if that brat entered the eighth floor? It was all for naught in the end."
