After that, silence fell outside the Heaven Punishing Bureau.
The Heaven Punishing Bureau held fast and refused to come out, while Wang Tie Zhu and the others standing outside had no intention of attacking the protective grand formation.
Thus, the two sides fell into a stalemate. Only the energetic Ma Fei flipped through the Heaven Punishing Bureau's roster and cursed every last one of those cowardly turtles' ancestors for eighteen generations, not missing a single person.
The Heaven Punishing Bureau's protective grand formation was good in every way—except it could not block sound. Especially Ma Fei's broken-gong voice, which blasted from every direction in three-dimensional surround sound, a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree bombardment without a single blind spot. It was enough to kill a man.
Some people tried trading insults with him, but all were defeated and lost miserably.
Those who could curse could not outlast him...
Those who could outlast him could not curse as well as he could...
And those who could both outlast him and curse as well as he could lacked the destructive power of his broken-gong voice.
If they could not afford to provoke him, they could at least hide. If all else failed, puncturing their eardrums was no great matter.
After all, compared to being angered into vomiting blood, going deaf was nothing.
Though the commotion before the Heaven Punishing Bureau's formation was immense, compared to what was happening inside Qin He's body, it could only be called calm and uneventful.
This was where the heavens truly collapsed and the earth split apart.
He had devoured more than ninety percent of the terrifying Heaven Punishing Thunder Tribulation. Even the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art had fallen into sluggishness, and the incomparably massive lightning Origin Power was on the verge of bursting him apart.
The sheer quantity had reached