In an instant, Yang Chen lightly clenched his hand.
Sea Overlord's body exploded in its entirety, completely destroyed by Yang Chen. The gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth; they were not on the same level at all.
At that moment, silence reigned.
The surviving Sacred Domain disciples, along with Ye Furong and Ye Nanfeng, stared at Yang Chen with difficulty and fear filling their eyes. Every one of them swallowed hard.
The two Sea Overlords they had painstakingly needed to face as though walking on thin ice—if even one more had appeared, they would have felt utterly powerless.
Yet now, the two Sea Overlords that more than a dozen of them had needed to join forces against had been effortlessly slaughtered by Yang Chen without him so much as lifting a finger.
A question surfaced in everyone's mind.
Just who was this Yang Yi? What kind of godlike figure was he?
For a time, everyone's expressions became strange and awkward. After all, they knew better than anyone what their attitude toward Yang Chen had been before.
Coldness, disregard, even mockery.
They had treated Yang Chen merely as some weakling who had just joined Great Cloud Pavilion. Toward someone they believed would find it difficult to ever catch up to them, their attitude had naturally been one of disdain.
But what was the truth?
Yang Chen was not the weak person they had imagined him to be. Rather, he was an extraordinary nirvana stage expert with absolutely terrifying strength.
They had actually unanimously voted to have Yang Chen stay outside and watch the battle? They had thought he would hold them back?
The truth was that if not for Yang Chen, every last one of them would have died today.
"Brother Yang Yi, thank you so much