A Martial Artist with a powerful Qi and Blood often has such feelings.
At this moment, watching the palace maid approaching, a sense of foreboding quickly arose in Zhang Rongfang's heart.
All the muscles in his body involuntarily tightened.
But just as his muscles tightened,
in an instant, from the hidden corners of Shangde Hall around him, dozens of piercing gazes enveloped him entirely.
Each of these gazes felt like a sharp knife, and just being scrutinized sent shivers down Zhang Rongfang's spine.
Even when facing the final form of the Sea Dragon King Kongwu, he hadn't experienced such an exaggerated physical reaction.
'There's definitely something wrong with this Flying Spirit Feather Talisman!!'
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang was already clear about it in his heart.
If it weren't for this, his body wouldn't have such a strong premonition.
However, he was unsure of what the danger was.
