C505 Zhao Pao

The edge of the sword circled around Tang Chuan as it emitted a chilling killing intent in all directions. Fatty, who was within reach, stared at the lively youth with wide eyes and fear in his heart.

"Tang Chuan!" Qin Yun couldn't care less about her image as she roared and limped over.

"I admit that you hid it well." Tang Chuan looked at the sword and throat, his expression did not change