"This..."
By the time Han Zhao and everyone present came to their senses, their scalp was electrified.
This... who could have imagined?
Zhuo Wenqing, from the Inner Court of Jishan Academy, claimed to be a favored prodigy and even boasted that he would surpass Chen Changsheng in due time. In front of Chen Yang, he couldn't even retaliate—not even a sleeve wave could be blocked.
When they looked at Chen Yang again.
Chen Yang had already picked up a towel to wipe his hands, seemingly busy answering a phone call. He briefly signaled to Mu Tianrui and Chen Shuai, then left.
Left...
"You, how dare you wipe out my entire Han family? Do you really think Han Zhao is so easily defeated?"
Han Zhao was the first to regain composure, and while shouting fiercely, he took several steps forward.
Immediately, the space within a few meters around him shattered like inch by inch, and turbulent airflow surged up. Tablecloths flipped, trees swayed, and leaves floated and sank in the sky.
