SPLASHING.
A sky full of rain and mist fell in a billowing curtain, obscuring all vision. No one paid any mind to the surging Qingyuan River soaking their shoes and pant legs, nor to the rain lashing their faces. No one cared.
On both banks of the river, the members of the Imperial Clan and the Chen Family, as well as everyone watching on their screens, stared intently at the spot where Chen Yang had just been.
How... How has he not come out yet?
Even Tu Shen, the man who had unleashed the devastatingly powerful strike, found himself subconsciously fixated on that location.
However, unlike the others, a corner of his mouth twitched into a slight curve, revealing extreme disdain.
That last strike... He refused to believe that someone who had just stepped into the Heavenly Saint Realm could possibly withstand it.
He's probably been reduced to less than dust.
If it weren't for Tu Su, would he have dragged this out for so long?
