Chu Zhiyuan nodded slightly, then formed a sealing with both hands, a golden net instantly materialized, enveloping the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier.
He had already pushed the secret technique to its limit, and his body was about to explode, intending to perish together with the Demon Clan expert in front of him.
He was already in an irreversible state, like a galloping horse sprinting forward, unable to stop.
The golden net descended, half of it sinking into his body, while the remaining part flickered on his body surface, the golden light circulating.
His boiling blood calmed at once.
Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, slapped his chest and back with his palms respectively.
Then, the golden net dissipated.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.
The middle-aged man, overwhelmed with joy, hurriedly clasped his fists in gratitude, "Thank you, young master!"
"Mr. Huang, this is the Twelfth Prince Consort." Zhou Yifan said.
