Chapter 589: It's All About Strength_1

Ning Fan, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood tall in the center as the dust behind him dispersed, like a celestial being descending to the mortal world.

The crowd, witnessing this scene, was utterly dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their own eyes.

Spiritual Power surged within Ning Fan's body, reverberating from his Dantian.

Boom!

It was as if an invisible hand had picked up all the bullets from the ground, sending them flying in all directions once again.

Hisss!

Accompanied by the sounds of flesh being penetrated, the gunmen still reloading were unwillingly laid to rest in pools of blood.

The thick scent of blood spread throughout the room, like a dense swamp, making it hard to breathe.

This stench, along with the sight inside the hall, completely dumbfounded the onlookers outside.

The members of Lion Hall, who had been roaring about slaughtering Ning Fan moments ago, were now completely speechless with inexplicable terror in their hearts.