C898 Snatch the Great Mist Purple Qi

Daoist Hong Jun had already walked down with the bamboo cane in his hand. He stared at Su Ze.

"Are you really going to be so presumptuous?"

Su Ze smiled coldly. "Do you really want me to hand over my seat?"

The two of them looked at each other, and an invisible wave spread out.

Then, Su Ze suddenly exerted force in his hand. Suddenly