C522 Propelled a hornet's nest?

It was a starry night, and there was no moon. The moon seemed shy as it hid in the dark clouds, refusing to show its face. A breeze blew, bringing with it a slight chill.

However, Zhou Ting's blood was boiling.

There was a ball of fire burning in his chest, and all the blood in his body was boiling.

In the next moment, he moved