Shock, the entire venue was in shock.
At this moment, within the grand concert hall, the gazes of tens of thousands fixated on the passionately performing Ye Fan on the stage; their looks had taken on a new flavor.
Just a moment ago, they all thought Ye Fan was full of pretense, nothing but a bronze player, never anticipating that in a blink of an eye, this bronze would transform into a king.
Powerful, incredibly powerful, so strong it was infuriating.
Especially for a group of music masters, they took sharp breaths of cold air; in Ye Fan's presence, they couldn't even muster the slightest resistance in their hearts.
However, there were also many die-hard fans of Wei Chen at the scene, and although their faces showed shock, their mouths began to lash out at Ye Fan.
"Fuck! That's so unpleasant to hear, I say you better get off the stage, you're polluting my ears!"