442. Arresting People_3

The rosy clouds flowing on the surface of the arm forged the flesh into gold, indestructible.

"Sealing Demon Spell!"

Zhao Douan whispered low, forming a seal with his right hand. A "卍" character spread out into strands like ropes, entangling and pursuing Xiao Ran.

"Are you a Royal Family inheritance or a Martial Monk from the Divine Dragon Temple? What kind of nonsense is this?" The Lady of Qingshan frowned deeply, cursing inwardly while decisively discarding the longsword and retreating. A dagger slipped from her sleeve, slicing through the ropes one by one.

The remaining soft sword, however, clung like a maggot, firmly binding half of Zhao Douan's arm. He raised an eyebrow, and a Golden Crow Flying Dagger slid down from his right sleeve.

His wrist twisted, hitting with invariable accuracy!

"Go!"