Centered on Chen Yang, ripples spread outward, ignoring the crowd and striking the four surrounding walls.
THUD!
The sound was deep and muffled, like thunder shaking the earth.
The entire building seemed to sway slightly. Above, the chandeliers swung wildly, clinking and clanging nonstop.
"My God, is… is this building about to collapse?"
"This… this is the power of a Rank Thirteen Thousand-Faced Yama?"
Many people screamed in astonishment, their faces masks of pure horror.
GULP.
The others swallowed hard, their gazes fixed on Chen Yang.
If that strike had been an attack, could everyone here combined have withstood it for even half a second?
Rank Thirteen Thousand-Faced Yama… it wasn't just a fancy title. Most importantly, the guy was so young.
HISS!
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Li Zhendong was still in a daze. In his estimation, Chen Yang was Rank Nine at best. It had never crossed his mind that he could be Rank Thirteen!
