Chen Yang glanced at Guo Xinli dismissively, remaining silent as he lowered the hand from under his arm and clasped it behind his back.
He could clearly see that the Martial Association President's strength had reached the pinnacle of the fifteenth rank, a full two major realms higher than the widely rumored thirteenth rank. If someone of the fourteenth rank, or even the fifteenth, were to encounter him, they would likely have to kneel in submission.
He does have a bit of cunning.
The vast venue fell utterly silent. The onlookers, who had been a beat too slow to react, now stared at Chen Yang, wide-eyed and holding their breath. Just a moment ago, they were thinking that anyone who dared to confront the Martial Association had to be no ordinary person.
So, it was him!
At the battle of Chilian Peak, he had fully revealed his strength for all to see, deterring countless petty opportunists.
