"Naturally." Wei Yu smiled slightly, as if he couldn't hear the underlying meaning in Feng Chong's words, appearing completely unpressured.
At this moment.
As Wei Kang's aura spread out...
Many State Sons, after their initial shock, terror, and awe, began to change their expressions, gradually reacting.
They stared at Su Chen, their eyes starting to flicker.
Strange.
According to the aura Wei Kang released, crushing a Martial Cultivator of the Ninth Realm was as easy as playing.
Yet, Su Chen, clearly being at the Second Level of the Great Dao Realm,
was standing there without moving an inch. It seemed he wasn't even injured, not even a slight change in his complexion.
Strange, truly strange.
"Indeed, you're not simple." Wei Kang fixed his gaze on Su Chen, a smile of battle intent tugging at his lips. Just as the smile began to widen, Wei Kang suddenly raised his fist.
Instantly.
From the chaos and void before their eyes, a vast Fist Seal emerged from the Netherworld.
