Xia Hong's gaze slightly tightened, and his entire body's blood and energy suddenly surged, instantly enveloping the entire hall with a powerful oppressive force.
In that instant, not only Lu Dong, Luo An, and the others, but even Xia Chuan, Yuwen Dao, and the rest of the high-ranking officials were all overwhelmed, gasping for breath, looking up at Xia Hong, their eyes full of astonishment and shock.
The pressure faced by Fu Tiandu, who bore the brunt of it, was imaginable.
His body kept trembling, his transformation had long ceased. After three or four breaths, he suddenly looked up at Xia Hong, his eerie silver eyes filled with agitation.
Whoosh...
Noticing that the change originated from the tattoo on Fu Tiandu's chest, Xia Hong did not hesitate and suddenly shot a strong light from his left eye, directly striking his chest.
"Ah..."
