The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing a lone figure in white standing tall.
Qin Ya's expression was serene, a faint, almost nonexistent smile playing on his lips. He was utterly unscathed, looking exactly as he had before.
If not for the ravaged ground and pockmarked craters, everyone would have thought the preceding events were just a figment of their imagination.
The disciples of the Vast Sea Divine Palace looked as if they had seen a ghost, their faces etched with disbelief. He had survived such an onslaught, but that wasn't what shocked them most. What was truly staggering was that Qin Ya was completely unscathed.
'My heavens! He just stood there, motionless, letting us attack him, and he doesn't have a single scratch? Are we dreaming?'
"This... How is this possible?!" someone muttered in a daze.
