The surrounding tables and chairs gradually began to crumble and break, their fragments floating in mid-air.
This show of power caused the many demons to tremble and kneel on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
But Xue An just laughed, "I hope later, you can still talk like this."
Yu Qianlong's expression gradually became sinister, and he snorted coldly, "Seeking death!"
As he spoke, a whirlwind arose within the entire banquet hall.
The wooden splinters that were floating in the air began to rotate rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a huge tornado formed, enveloping Xue An.
"I thought you truly had some special skills, but it turns out that's all you've got!" Yu Qianlong said with a sneer.
At that moment, sounds of wind and thunder echoed from within the tornado, sending shivers down one's spine.
Jiang Mei'er, Wei Ruyan, and others went pale with terror in their hearts.
Only Xie Jingjing looked at the tornado with a steady gaze, completely unaffected.
