"Old man, what is happening?"
Chu Qian's face changed.
"Kill!"
Chen Tianbao's eyes were full of blood aura. Suddenly, he fiercely launched a palm strike towards Chu Qian with great momentum.
"Be careful!"
Yang Tian shouted in a low voice, not expecting Chen Tianbao to exude the aura of an ancient martial artist.
Chen Tianbao was just an ordinary person, so why did he have the aura of an ancient martial artist?
Glancing at the wound on Chen Tianbao's chest, if not mistaken, it was caused by the Dark Saintess.
Chen Tianbao's palm strike was directly shattered by Yang Tian.
Chen Tianbao staggered backward, retching blood.
"Old man…"
Chu Qian's face was pale, wanting to step forward, but Yang Tian stopped her: "Chen Tianbao has been controlled."
"Controlled? By whom?"
Chu Qian asked anxiously.
"By me!"
A cold voice rang out. A little girl and a man emerged from the flames—it was the Dark Saintess and Blood Kill.
"It's you!"
Chu Qian's face turned pale and bloodless.
