To show their determination, Rong Lua and Song Po did not hesitate. Each time their heads slammed into the ground, boom—a violent shockwave rippled out, spiderweb cracks tearing through the earth in all directions. Any ordinary Qi Refining cultivator standing nearby would have died instantly from the sheer force of it.
Dust rose in trembling sheets. Stones skittered across the shattered ground.
Wang Chen remained unmoved.
His expression didn't shift even a fraction. His gaze stayed indifferent, bored even, the kind of look that made one's soul feel naked under heaven's scrutiny.
He could tell both men were simply putting on a show. A loud, dramatic one—but still a show.
Especially Rong Lua.
That guy's shamelessness was truly unmatched.
