"Big brother, you're joking! I'm perfectly fine, how could I possibly encounter a calamity?"
Bam!
Before the guard could finish, Ye Fan suddenly struck, landing a fierce punch on the guard's nose.
Splurt!
Without any suspense, the guard's nose collapsed, and blood flowed down his cheek.
"Ah… damn… what are you doing… oww…"
The evil spirit fused with the guard still felt the pain, making him jump on the spot, nearly driving him mad!
"I told you, misfortune was upon you. I'm accurate with my predictions!"
Ye Fan rubbed his fist, then continued, "Not only did I predict your misfortune, I also foresaw you being possessed by something unclean. Shall I perform an exorcism for you?"
As he spoke, Ye Fan began forming the Evil-Purging Formation in the air.
