Huo An'an's Identity

After asking his question, the young man cautiously lifted his foot again.

Though it seemed like a slight movement, he was actually testing the waters.

The formidable invisible wall, as chilling as the coldest ice, pierced through his high-end custom leather shoes, stabbing his toes and instantly spreading towards his heart.

The young man quickly retracted his foot, and the smile on his face vanished once more.

Not only did the smile disappear, but even his handsome features contorted slightly. He found it hard to believe, "Is this the Royal Supreme Technique possessed only by the ruler of the Underworld? He granted you this technique?"

Due to his disbelief, the young man's voice wavered as he spoke.

Bun Bun tilted her little head, "What's the Royal Supreme Technique?"

The young man, "..."