The laughter had not yet faded when the elder's figure instantly reappeared beside Xu Yuan.
Luo Xiran's reaction was quick, almost instantaneously assuming a defensive posture.
But regrettably, everything was in vain in the face of absolute power.
The withered elder grasped Xu Yuan's wrist with one hand and his arm with the other, the corners of his lips twisted in a sinister smile with cruel mockery:
"First, I'll tear off your limbs one by one, then have someone send them to that high and mighty Prime Minister."
As he finished speaking, Xu Yuan immediately felt an intense tearing sensation coming from his left forearm!
Luo Xiran, controlling Xu Yuan's body, tried to resist. His right hand opened, and the Willow Ghost Blade instantly flew back from more than ten yards away into his palm, then he viciously slashed at the elder in front of him.
The Willow Ghost Blade, with its ominous aura swirling around it, was halted an inch away from the elder's face.
