Crack, crack.
The burly man who was speaking squeezed his hand, causing cracking sounds, and the others promptly stepped forward.
The young man with sword-like eyebrows glanced over.
"Get lost!"
An invisible shock directly penetrated the minds of several people, and the seven or eight security guards who were being boastful immediately clutched their heads, as if they were drunk, stomping around in place.
One even missed a step and directly tumbled down the stairs.
The young man with sword-like eyebrows sidestepped and continued upward, as if nothing had happened.
An Xi witnessed the scene and couldn't help but twist her body to look at Li Feng: "Young Master, this person also uses that spiritual shock, should we...!"
An Xi knew that this spiritual shock wasn't limitless, and the recovery wasn't that fast either. Although Li Feng had put on a show before in the lobby on the first floor, it wasn't without a cost; he had nearly drained his remaining spiritual power.
