C66 Mental Demon

"Nan Chen, what's wrong?"

Nan Chen didn't answer Zhuo Hua's question. Instead, he lunged at Zhuo Hua.

Zhuo Hua took a step back and moved slightly to the side, dodging Nan Chen's attack.

Nan Chen's palm cut across Zhuo Hua's nose. The palm wind brought a strand of Zhuo Hua's hair.

Zhuo Hua grabbed Nan Chen's hand and used the spiritual energy to quickly probe Nan Chen's body