"Is this kid crazy, or has he grown a spine of steel? Challenging Han Long... This is simply unheard of."
The onlookers, Han Long's subordinates, his son Han Feng, known as Prince Long, and even the crowd of high-ranking officials fawning over him were all dumbstruck.
"Stop him," Han Feng roared furiously.
Zhang Hu and the other lackeys had no choice but to steel themselves and make a move.
Suddenly, Shen Fanyun turned around. In that instant, his eyes seemed to emit a dazzling golden light, as intense and blazing as the sun. Before Zhang Hu could even react, he was sent flying backward as a spray of blood burst through the air. Han Feng was stunned silent, and the crowd stood frozen in disbelief.
"If you don't want to die, stand back," Shen Fanyun said with a smile, revealing a mouthful of bright, white teeth. For every step he took forward, the crowd retreated one. No one dared to stop him. No one dared to stand in his way.
