C217 Wu Shi Qi Hua San

A short spear was pressed against Gongsun Yi Chen's throat. With just a light swing, he would turn into an ice-cold corpse.

None of the Gongsun clan members present dared to act rashly. Their faces were ashen, and they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, the dark-skinned youth holding Gongsun Yichen back with his short spear chuckled and laughed heartily.

"Brother Gongsun