Especially since he had just activated his second heart and completed his exhalation, his body was filled with terrifying waste heat. The air twisted around him, forming rolling waves of heat. Martial Artists who were slightly weaker could hardly approach; they sat down directly on the ground, kicking the earth desperately with their legs, their expressions filled with fear as they struggled to move away.
Watching Ling Weizi, He Xingyun, and these people standing there stupidly, Su Heng's heart suddenly flared with anger.
His eyes faintly reddened, and his voice was low and powerful, "Didn't I tell you to lead people away and not to come near? Why are you still lingering here, unable to handle even such a trivial matter?"
Despite Su Heng usually addressing Ling Weizi as a senior,
