"Boom—!"
A violent wave of air swept out in a frenzied ring in every direction, centered on the Coiled Dragon Pillar carved with nine golden dragons.
The ornate dome gave an overburdened groan at that instant. Crystal chandeliers weighing tons were ripped from their thick refined-steel chains by the blast and smashed onto the mirror-smooth golden brick floor, exploding into a sky full of razor-sharp glass shards.
The fierce wind pressure scraped past. The nobles who had only just awakened from the Nightmare Domain did not even have time to scream before the aftershock hurled them to the ground, sending them rolling like gourds until they slammed into the surrounding walls.
Chen Xin gave a cold snort, and the Seven Kill Sword intent turned into an invisible barrier, shielding Ning Fengzhi firmly behind him. Even so, that fierce wind laced with the Power of Stellar Annihilation still made the face of this peak swordsman sting.
At the center of the great hall, Han Yuchen still kept one hand in his pocket, as if the strike he had just thrown, powerful enough to pierce through space, had merely been him casually tossing away a piece of trash.
He slowly withdrew his right hand. The brilliant deep-blue starlight at his fingertips had not yet completely dispersed; like a few reluctant fireflies, it lingered and leaped between his fingers, giving off faint "sizzle" sounds.
An extremely pungent smell filled the air—that was highly concentrated ozone mixed with the scorched stench produced when some kind of flesh was instantly carbonized by ultimate heat.
"Is it over?" Ning Fengzhi clutched his chest, his gaze fixed hard on the far end of the hall.
Following his gaze, the Coiled Dragon Pillar that symbolized the supreme Imperial Power of Heaven Dou had now completely snapped in half