Boom!
Chen Yang flipped his right hand, and the palm imprint in the void crashed to the ground. For a moment, the earth lightly trembled, and the bluestone slabs overturned and rose, with countless cracks spreading in all directions.
At this moment, it was as if a demon dragon was wreaking havoc underground, stirring up a sky full of dust.
Even many of the onlookers around fell to the ground amidst the sudden violent shaking.
It took quite a while.
"Cough, cough."
The wind and snow scattered the smoke, and a pair of bloodstained hands reached out from the deep pit of the palm imprint, grasped the edge, and struggled to climb up.
Who else could it be but Du Hongming?
However, compared to his previously omnipotent demeanor, he was now in rags, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, looking like a beggar.
