"Hmph,"
Ning Fan shook his head frantically, forcing himself to calm down, his eyes red like a demon's, cursing coldly, "Such ruthless little thieves, actually using such insidious witchcraft to harm others. If I catch them, I'll tear them to pieces."
"Ning Fan, can you hold on?"
Xu Ruolan stood to the side, speaking worriedly.
Ning Fan's face darkened, gritting his teeth, he said, "Ruolan, stand aside, don't come close. This kind of insubstantial trickery can't harm me."
Once he ensured Xu Ruolan was at a safe distance, Ning Fan closed his eyes again, his ten fingers clenched into fists, mobilizing all the True Qi in his body, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.
Only to see black smoke rising from Ning Fan's head, his complexion alternating between black and white as two different forces clashed in secret, creating an extremely eerie scene.
"Open for me!"
