Only to see, Lionel Yeager stood quietly at the center of the square, ten zhang above the ground.
His hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene, his body flickering with blinding golden light, emitting an immortal and indestructible aura.
Below him, the ground of the square had been blasted into a huge pit, a hundred zhang wide and tens of zhang deep.
The void where he was even had holes blasted into it.
Dense cracks spread in all directions from him as the center, like a large black net.
Yet, Lionel Yeager remained unscathed, not a single hair was broken, not even his clothes were torn.
He stood there quietly, like an ancient immortal, a Heavenly God descended to the world.
The entire square fell silent in an instant!
So quiet you could hear a pin drop!
It stayed quiet for quite a while!
The whole audience was completely stirred up!
"My god, this kid, after taking a hit from the six Elders and six Dharma Forms, is actually unharmed, not even injured?!"
