It was as if the Heavenly Soldiers had descended from the heavens; no one had anticipated that a car would fly onto the stage.
At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded, just when the victory was undecided and that woman was about to lose, this car that no one knew where it came from just brazenly flew onto the stage.
A bit absurd, a bit comical, many people laughed.
"What's this, an airplane? What kind of trick is that?"
"Who is that, to have such guts to fly a car onto the stage?"
"Have they lost their mind? That's crazy."
"But man, that guy's got some serious driving skills."
...
Amidst the astonishment of nearly everyone, Yang Fan stepped out of the car.
Ignoring the noise around him, his eyes were fixed directly on Yu Chengdong, who had just attempted to send Ling Qingwu to her demise.
"You tried to kill her?" Yang Fan's eyes, piercing enough to send shivers down one's spine, were locked onto Yu Chengdong, his entire being radiating an uncontrollable killing aura.
