From the moment Lu Yuan stepped onto the three-tiered platform, everyone in the white plaza seemed to enter a dreamlike trance.
Grandmaster-level figures, normally as lofty and untouchable as celestial beings, were now being swatted around like common thugs by the so-called "God Emperor"—a young man who looked no older than eighteen or nineteen.
He was single-handedly battling dozens of Grandmasters! Not only was he holding his own, but he seemed to grow stronger with each exchange, relentlessly pushing them onto the defensive.
Now, things had escalated. A Grandmaster-level figure had just been hurled down like a ball, gouging a large crater in the ground upon impact.
