"What on earth is happening here?"
Hou Qin was filled with extreme terror: "He did nothing, yet I can't move? Can't channel my spiritual power? What did he do to me?"
First, you can't see when Gu Chenfeng makes his move, and then you can't move your body for no apparent reason. Wouldn't Hou Qin be terrified?
Hou Qin simply couldn't believe that a boy of only fifteen or sixteen years old could have such frightening means.
"Why is the Hou Family's Young Master unable to move? What's going on?"
"That kid is just like a ghost; you never know when he's going to make a move."
"How could a fifteen or sixteen-year-old's cultivation be stronger than the Hou Family's Young Master?"
The cultivators watching on the street all had expressions of astonishment and disbelief on their faces.
The hunched old man frowned deeply: "I can't sense any spiritual power fluctuations, nor was there any binding. How is he doing this?"
