The entire bar was eerily quiet. The burly man stared at Ning Fan's palm, which was pressed against his face, too afraid to breathe heavily.
Everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.
"I'm... not dead?!"
Suddenly, the burly man's exclamation shattered the silence.
The man, drenched in cold sweat, slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Touching his neck and face, he realized he was still breathing. Overwhelmed with joy, he shouted repeatedly, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead!!"
It was as if he had just won the lottery. Discovering he was alive sent him into ecstatic frenzy, but the terror he had just experienced left him drained and unable to stand.
At that moment, the bar was filled only with the burly man's cries of relief. His people looked at him, then at Ning Fan, subconsciously swallowing hard.
They still couldn't grasp what had just occurred. Ning Fan's palm—what hidden power did it contain?
