Ling Fan's face was composed, his expression void of any emotion, and despite the calm tone of his voice, the people around him felt an intangible pressure.
Duan Chun's previously disdainful and dismissive look had turned into complete terror. Confronted with Ling Fan's direct naming, he remained indifferent, his mind blank, his breathing rapid.
Long Tianyu stood with his mouth open, unable to utter a single syllable, as if a coin were stuck in his throat, swallowing saliva with difficulty, his face as pale as paper, unable to accept the scene before him.
The excitement on Tan Hao's face slowly faded, replaced by panic and unease.
"How is this possible? Could it be that the old man is not a Grandmaster Realm expert?" Tan Hao muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a color of disbelief that resembled ash.
Tan Tian Lei looked confused. This scene was completely different from what he had imagined, and his heart couldn't accept it at the moment!
