C467 Demon Race's Divine Hand

Four, four, one.

"F * * k your f * cking spy!" The First Prince's eyes were in chaos, as though he was on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Yang frowned. If it wasn't for Chu Tianxin's sake... * Hong Long...... * He grabbed the First Prince's back with a backhand grip, cutting off the meridians of his Qi circulation. Raising him high up in the air, he shouted loudly