The Heaven-Reaching Light Pillar blasted down, piercing and shattering the void in its path. Space collapsed in all directions, a testament to its terrifying Power of Destruction.
Forget a Yang Destruction Level expert; even a Third Layer Profound Level master would be instantly obliterated.
But to the crowd's astonishment, Ye Wushuang showed no reaction at all.
His expression was as placid as a calm sky, perfectly composed.
The crowd couldn't believe that Ye Wushuang could remain so unfazed in the face of such a terrifying, mortal crisis. They suspected he had given up all resistance.
"He's so calm!"
The Celestial Prides of the Dragon List were all puzzled. Ye Wushuang was too calm—so calm it was unnerving.
It wasn't that Ye Wushuang was incapable of resisting. He had trump cards. If he just played one, he could easily block this attack.
'But he didn't. What is he planning?'
Everyone was confused, their eyes glued to the stage.
