This scene had been as simple as when Yang An defeated the disciple surnamed Qin before—just as effortless.
No one paid any heed to Yang An's warning.
But when Elder Changwang was sent flying backward, accompanied by the shattering of his magical artifact, a powerful shockwave instantly spread in all directions.
The disciples were immediately caught in it. Only then did they understand what Yang An had meant, but it was already too late to dodge.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Figure after figure was blasted away, crashing one after another into the hall walls. Those more seriously injured even vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.
"I told you to stay farther away."
Yang An sighed and looked at Elder Changwang with a beaming smile.
He knew better than anyone what power his punch could unleash. Since these people had refused to believe his warning, there was nothing he could do.
Elder Changwang quickly climbed to his feet. His cultivation was not weak; his Spirit Transformation cultivation meant that he had not suffered any real injuries. Yet being sent flying by Yang An's punch before everyone's eyes, with his magical artifact destroyed as well, left him looking utterly miserable.
Now that he was on his feet, he looked at Yang An, drew in a deep breath, and wore an expression of utter disbelief.
He was certain that Yang An's cultivation was only at the Golden Core realm, not yet at the Nascent Soul level. Yet Yang An could unleash such terrifying power, something he simply could not comprehend.
"You..."
The words reached Elder Changwang's lips, but a breath caught in his chest, making even his speech pause.
"Who exactly are you?"
He no longer believed Yang An was a new disciple who had entered the sect less than