"The seventh earthquake..." In the seat of the Oak Empire, the Emperor Yun felt his throat interfere, as if he was having a hard time breathing.

"Seventh Earthquake..." Lanwei's expression was no better, and there was a bitter smile in his shock.

Zhou Fei-qiao's face was stunned for a while, and he suddenly laughed and said excitedly, "Seven earthquakes, seven earthquakes, he and the North Palace Yu tied for the first place?"

Zhou Feifei is right. If Danxuan stopped now, the nine-shock candles and dragon swords of the seven earthquakes would be comparable to the death knife.

On the Queen Gate, Baifeng feels his heart beating. This young man's performance...