Inside the villa.
Han Mingjie looked at Wang Tianfeng's corpse with terror-filled eyes, his face deathly pale from fear.
He had a feeling.
It seemed like someone was watching him.
That person, with just a thought, could kill him.
Han Mingjie was so scared that he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to breathe.
This situation lasted for a few minutes before the feeling of being watched slowly faded away.
Han Mingjie collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, his clothes already soaked with sweat.
After catching his breath, Han Mingjie frantically took out his mobile phone and dialed his father Han Xide's number.
"Dad, Wang Tianfeng… is dead…"
Han Mingjie stutteringly recounted Wang Tianfeng's death to his father.
Han Xide listened, his face displaying shock, and then his expression darkened.
"From what you're saying, Zhou Yu must have a soul art master protecting him," he said.
"And their power exceeds Wang Tianfeng."
