The Protector's Might

Above the heavens, dark clouds blanketed the entire world. Endless thunderbolts gathered within them like densely packed raindrops, carrying terrifying energy, as though with the slightest descent, they could shatter heaven and earth alike.

"System, what the hell is going on!"

Yang Chen was somewhat speechless. The system had told him to take on a disciple, but it had never said that taking one would lead to this!

And damn it, with this level of power, even sixth-revolution or seventh-revolution Gods and Devils might not be able to withstand it!

"Ding. Heavenly might is nothing to fear!"

The system calmly replied with only those few words, leaving Yang Chen even more speechless.

Since when had heavenly might become something so unworthy of fear?

Wasn't that giving him far too much credit?

High in the air, Beigong Qing stared at Yang Chen's face, wanting to catch even the slightest change in his expression, but she was deeply disappointed.

No matter how densely the dark clouds covered the sky or how thunder roared with ten thousandfold force, Yang Chen remained like an old monk in meditation. His eyes were like blazing suns, their vast ripples seeming to reflect countless stars.

Starlight appeared to flicker within Yang Chen's eyes.

The faintly upturned corners of his mouth seemed to mock the heavenly might!

"How can he not fear heavenly might!"

Beigong Qing's mind trembled as she stared at Yang Chen in horror.

One had to know that ordinary Gods and Devils realm experts would be scared senseless upon encountering such terrifying heavenly might, yet Yang Chen was so composed, as though the heavenly might before him was utterly powerless.

Yang Chen gradually calmed down. Since the system said it was fine, then it truly was fine.

So—

Yang Chen slowly turned his head toward