C4509 Evil Spirit

In the restaurant.

Chu Yan's Qi was surging. All the Dao around him turned into swords and swords and flew out. He grabbed Long Wuhai with his bare hands and held him tightly. No matter how he struggled, it was useless.

He stood there and said coldly, "Say what you just said again."

Long Wuhai was trapped. His face was full of shock. "How is that possible?"

"Kid, let him go!"

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