Ning Tian was furious, leaping to his feet.
He swung a beer bottle, smashing it towards Yang Fei's head.
Yang Fei sat there, unmoved, the red light flashing in his eyes.
Ning Tian felt a buzzing in his head, as if hit by a large hammer.
Stars danced before his eyes, and he momentarily blacked out.
In his vision, the casually smiling Yang Fei suddenly transformed into a fierce tiger howling at the moon.
An endless wave of auspicious evil energy emanated from Yang Fei, invading Ning Tian's mind.
The beer bottle in Ning Tian's hand fell with a crash, shattering on the ground.
A stream of beer foam spilled out.
Everyone around stood up, each clutching short sticks, daggers, and similar weapons, charging at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei stood up languidly, looking around.
Everyone who met his gaze trembled.
A surge of inexhaustible auspicious evil energy shot from Yang Fei's eyes into the hearts of everyone there.
Tiger Ghost!
