The air was solidifying.
The milk tea shop's glass shards were scattered across the floor, and it was already deserted inside.
The owner hid in the restroom, trembling, clutching his head with his eyes tightly shut, praying for the thugs outside to leave quickly.
At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to take out his phone to call the police.
In the face of life and death, mortals are so fragile.
As the passersby fled in all directions, Duan Liuyun's gaze remained fixed on Ning Fan. He suddenly realized that the man before him might not be so easy to kill.
"It's getting more interesting."
A cold light flashed in Duan Liuyun's eyes. He moved his neck, producing a cracking sound as his joints shifted.
"A martial artist attacking ordinary people, which sect are you from?"
Ning Fan's finger gently pressed against the back of Ouyang Feifei's neck, allowing True Qi to seep out, causing Ouyang Feifei to faint.
