"Everyone, you flatter me!"
Lin Tian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking towards Wu Yan and Zhang Sihou and many other big shots, he nodded with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the crowd once again bowed respectfully.
Even Wu Yan, who had seen many high figures from Xuanmen and Martial Arts Experts, stood there in awe.
Even in Guangbei, where he had roamed for decades, and as one of the oldest of the big shots, Zhang Sihou's body couldn't stop trembling, his eyes revealed shock and horror, a deep reverence penetrated to his bones.
Before, Ban Cai Suanqiu had controlled the Flying Head Curse, instantly taking over people, injuring them from afar, truly like a reclusive demonic expert, unsurpassable by ordinary mortals.
But such a terrifying reclusive figure, in front of Lin Tian, who wielded Divine Thunder to instantly take people's lives, appeared so powerless.
How could he, Zhang Sihou, a mere ordinary mortal, dare not to be respectful and fearful!
