"So noisy..."
Not wanting to waste words with these people, Xu Fan shook his head, flicked his sleeve, and from his arm, a white shadow shot out directly.
The white shadow struck right at the man in the hemp shirt, who reached out to meet it with his palm; it was incredibly agile and drilled right into the man's clothes.
All these actions were performed without Xu Fan even turning his head, and he didn't even react to the approaching fierce blow.
Just as the palm was about to hit the back of Xu Fan's head, instead of seeing Xu Fan's brain burst, it was the man in the hemp shirt who screamed and fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
He rolled on the ground like a madman, and his terrified expression instantly blanched the faces of his companions.
This... could it be a haunting?
In the crowd, Li Qinghe, who had been watching the scene, widened her eyes in shock.
Xu Fan hadn't touched him; how could he be in such pain?
"Let... let me go! Spare me!"
