The only person in all of Saga City who might have come through unscathed was Ya Li.
Supporting the clouds above and probing the Nether below.
That was the origin of Yang Ming's name in this life, as well as a true reflection of his character and life. Heaven-Piercing feared neither fighting heaven and earth nor anyone else; he feared only that the Holy Spirit (Ya Li) would be heartbroken. Yang Ming's aura could suppress everyone beneath heaven, yet it was utterly useless against Ya Li!
Looking at Ya Li in the sky, wanting to come down but unable to, Yang Ming found it a little amusing. However, this was no time for chatting. Saving people came first.
Yang Ming reined in his aura, completely withdrawing all his sharpness.
Without the oppressive aura that seemed capable of collapsing heaven and earth, Saga City regained its vitality, and the panic in everyone's hearts receded. Old An and Yang Wutian finally climbed to their feet as well, both looking at Yang Ming with uncertainty.
Seeing that Yang Ming now had not the slightest ripple of Soul Power and looked hardly like a Soul Master, Old An felt that he had most likely sensed wrongly just now.
Old An continued letting his imagination run wild. Yang Ming and Ya Li had not been crushed, so could it be that the person back home had been worried about Miss and come out to take a look? Then, upon seeing this brat Yang Ming run off with the family's Little Cotton-padded Jacket, had that person become angry and overheated, causing the aura to erupt? There was no need to mention Ya Li—the person could not bear to hurt her. But Yang Ming? Had that person refrained from suppressing him after considering the possibility of a