As afraid as he was, he couldn't just stand by and watch his sister die.
'He had died once before, anyway. Dying a second time didn't seem so frightening.'
While the siblings spoke, their assailants' attacks were already upon them.
The surrounding gang leaders hesitated, wondering if they should help. But in a flash, the tables turned dramatically.
Song Wanning, still seated, suddenly lifted a hand.
A terrifying pressure immediately swept out, and in the next instant, their attacks vanished into thin air as if they were a joke, not even causing a ripple.
Wu Mingxu and the others were crushed by this horrifying pressure, unable to even lift their heads.
They strained against it, every bone in their bodies creaking and groaning.
Song Wanning merely lifted her eyelids slightly. With a series of THUDS, all of them were forced to their knees.
Perfectly aligned.
The hall erupted in shock.
