When the Lightning Cauldron in Meng Hao's hand began to sparkle with brilliant lights, and then emit a rumbling sound, Sir Jian's face fell, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he squeezed down with his hand, planning to stab his fingers into Chen Fan's head, injuring him as a threat to Meng Hao.
However, the instant his fingers began to move, an incredibly shocking power shot back into his hand. It was as if what he was squeezing was not flesh and blood, but a red-hot iron. The backlash of power made it feel as if needles were stabbing into his palm. Sir Jian was completely shocked.
At the same time, he was astonished to find that, instead of staring at Meng Hao as he had been this whole time, he was now looking at Chen Fan.
Heart pounding, he slowly looked down to see his hand resting on Meng Hao's head!
His eyes went wide, and his scalp numb. He immediately shot back, spooked out of his mind.
