Although he shouted loudly, the surroundings were unusually quiet, and the soldiers nearby seemed to be deaf. Preston Chen formed a seal with his hands, strode forward, and said loudly: "Old General Han, even if you call Po Tian, no one will listen."
Bewitched!
Han Teng knew the clues in an instant and thought to himself: "The grand master told me to be careful, but I didn't expect that I fell into the trap." He hadn't met Preston Chen yet, but he just heard what Yuwen Tuo and Hu Lu'an said After seeing people like Preston Chen, I didn't dare to look down on them, but I still felt that these young people had limited abilities after all. Unexpectedly, when I really encountered them, Preston Chen's abilities were unexpectedly high. But he had gone through hundreds of battles and remained extremely calm. He didn't say anything and continued to chant the spell.
Preston Chen set up Taiyi Qimen here, waiting for Han Teng to cast his spell. He couldn't do two things at once. If he wanted to cast a spell, he couldn't resist it, otherwise the All Souls Blood Curse would fail halfway. Seeing that Han Teng was still casting spells, he made a mistake with his foot. He reached his left hand behind his back and flicked the sword on the scabbard. The sword was already unsheathed. He held the sword in his right hand and shouted: "Suffer death!" He took the sword straight away with one strike. Han Teng faced the door. Han Teng was in the middle of casting the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Curse. If he gave up now, the time would be lost and he would have to wait another month. Feeling anxious, he walked around the cauldron, still making seals with his hands.
Preston Chen's sword failed. Seeing that although he could not fight back, he was circling around the big cauldron. It was really difficult to take him down for a while, so he shouted: "Sister Cyril, attack him from over there!"
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