"Hahaha..."
A long laugh echoed from outside the hall, as deafening as Thunder, causing the entire hall to rumble and almost shake.
Everyone was shocked and turned pale; it was like the appearance of a god or demon—far too terrifying. Could a Martial Arts master achieve such a feat?
Even Ying Jiateng slightly changed his expression.
Only Xiao Zheng remained eternally calm.
Boom!
Suddenly, at this moment, the hall's roof collapsed with a thunderous crash. Amidst the billowing dust, a figure with hands behind his back, looking indifferent, descended step by step from above.
He was like a Demon God emerging from Hell, tall in stature, indifferent in expression, with long hair wildly dancing like dragons roaring across the sky. Upon entering the hall, even the space seemed to tremble.
The crowd was terrified, raising their heads to look.
And then, shockingly, they discovered a footprint-shaped gap in the hall roof; evidently, the roof had been stomped open by him.
Thump, thump.
