A faint voice, yet it seemed like a cold wind blowing from the Arctic ice field, inadvertently made Sang Yang's body shiver, and everyone in the hall couldn't help but shiver.
Xu Sicong, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly stopped with his mouth wide open, his voice stuck in his throat, his face pale as paper, as if he had seen a ghost.
The crowd, originally with diverse thoughts, all changed their expressions. Catch bullets with bare hands? They had never seen such a thing! A real-life Fire Cloud Evil God?
There were some in the crowd who had planned to mock him, but the words died on their lips and almost brought them to their knees in fright.
Shen Zi was also stunned, her gaze fixed on Ling Fan's indifferent silhouette, and her heart involuntarily tightened, the act of catching bullets with bare hands truly shocked her.
