C6908 Purple Dust Four Elders

The dignified Young Master of Penglai was pinched like a little bear, and he was in a very sorry state.

Wang Jiangliu kept roaring and struggling. He spat out blood from his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was held captive in public, and this completely shattered his pride.

"Stop!"

From the distant sky, four old men with sage-like demeanors walked out