The Taotian Palace, both inside and out, was utterly silent.
Even at this moment.
Everyone present intentionally suppressed their breathing. It was as if a fierce dragon had suddenly appeared, obliterated Ning Tianbei, and then surged forward. What terrifying power was this?
Just one palm strike?
And Ning Tianbei was annihilated?
"Thud!"
The originally aggressive members of the True Martial Sect felt their knees go weak, collapsing to the ground, their hearts uncontrollably pounding as if ready to leap from their throats at any moment.
Simply terrifying!
"Now, do you understand?"
Ye Qingchen slowly withdrew his right hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
Meeting his gaze, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Such indifferent eyes, overlooking them like a god observing ants from above, sent shivers down their spines!
