Blinded By Greed

Emperor Yanfeng rose in anger as his gaze flickered. "Return my wine to me!"

Xing An sat still with his hand clasping on the mouth of the wine jar. Emperor Yanfeng slowly stretched his palm out, but it was extremely difficult. Just a short distance took him the time of half an incense.

Beside the bonfire, Qin Mu, Xu Shenghua, and the rest were silent as they stared at their palms.

Xing An's palm was extremely stable, and his arm clasping the wine jar didn't move at all. However, the arm that Emperor Yanfeng stretched out was gently shaking, his five fingers trembling non-stop. The impact of each vibration sent to Qin Mu and the rest was hard to describe.

Every time his five fingers shook, it was equivalent to executing a divine art. The high concentration of his vital qi could be faintly seen transforming into incomparably fine flood dragons that were between the vein lines of his arm and palm!