Guanyin never thought that Xiao Bailong could have such strength.
The evil dragon should have been beaten to death with a single blow, but why could he fight Wukong so hard?
The look in his eyes as he gnawed at the white horse seemed to be gnawing at the thousand-year plan of seeking scriptures from the West.
In the depths of the Dragon Palace in the West Sea, Ao Run stroked the cold golden crown of his second son: "Go and pick up the golden fruit for the Dragon Clan!"
