C871 The Fight for the Throne of the Northwest.

"Damn it, Zhao Wenbin, who would be willing to bring his head back?" Sol shouted at the generals and soldiers in the hall, but no one could respond.

"Is it possible that my great Gray Clan has no soldiers and no generals?" Sol threw the remaining half of the dragon throne onto the red carpet in the hall, and the dragon throne instantly shattered into pieces.

Sol was burning with anger