Suspended ten thousand meters in the air, Wang Chen looked down at the land below.
Beneath the curtain of night, the ground blazed with lights, a scene of thriving prosperity. The people living there clearly had no idea that their lives were about to undergo a tremendous upheaval.
Not far away, a civilian airliner was descending for landing.
Wang Chen glanced at it, then slowly unfolded his psionic domain.
After his psionic power advanced to Seven Rings, its coverage had reached a radius of over a hundred kilometers, and it could condense a unique domain field.
Now, Wang Chen's psionic power had already climbed to the peak of Eight Rings!
A vast force suddenly descended from the heavens, like a silent, invisible storm sweeping across the ground in an instant.
This force swept over the city and deep into the mountains and rivers, causing no effect whatsoever on the overwhelming majority of people and objects.
Only the targets Wang Chen had locked onto would experience its might!
But they would have only one such experience.
Ten seconds later, more than ninety percent of Wang Chen's psionic power had been expended.
He did not continue. He cast one more look at the city below, then flew away.
What followed had nothing to do with Wang Chen anymore.
The next day, when Wang Chen woke from his sleep, he kissed Xie Yunyao and Tian Tian, who were nestled against him on either side and still sleeping soundly, then quietly rose and went downstairs to the living room.
This was Wang Chen's home in the Capital City, a penthouse duplex sky villa spanning more than a thousand square meters.
Standing before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, Wang Chen looked toward the main road below the building. The broad avenue, once packed with flowing traffic,