"What is your Martial Association to me?"
What is it? The formidable protector of the Martial Association, Ye Nantian, was rumored to have strength that surpassed the tenth level. Anyone who surpassed the tenth level was considered a supreme master. And the result? A mere snap of the fingers completely obliterated him, not even leaving a trace of ash behind.
The color drained from Ma Shichang's face, turning it deathly pale. His pupils dilated in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Others might not have noticed the golden shimmer between Chen Yang's fingers, but I saw it clearly. That's the symbol of a thirteenth-level powerhouse, the emblem of the Thousand-Faced Yama! In other words, this young man before me possesses strength of at least the thirteenth level. A Thousand-Faced Yama who isn't even thirty years old... Heh... Despite my high office as an eighth-generation Elder of the Martial Association, I've never heard of, nor seen, such a thing. Who is he, really?
