Seeing Yang Chen step forward, many people from Taiyuan Palace turned solemn.
Many still did not know much about Yang Chen's strength. They only knew that his past achievements had been astonishing enough to make people shudder, and he could not be underestimated.
Now that Yang Chen had stepped out, nearly everyone in the audience turned to look at him.
King Mingcheng in particular stood with his hands behind his back, watching Yang Chen. For a moment, he felt a faint pressure, but he soon snorted coldly.
So many Heavenly Separation Realm cultivators had failed to break his record. Could Yang Chen do it? Absurd.
As Yang Chen stepped forward, he glanced at Wan Huaruo. After giving her a slight nod, he came before the Snake People Clan ancestor's stone monument and bowed three times.
His attitude was neither servile nor overbearing. It was not heartfelt, but neither was it hypocritical. After all, he had never known this Snake People Clan ancestor.
Now, facing the stone snake again, Yang Chen gathered palm force without the slightest delay. A moment later, he struck out fiercely with his palm.
With this strike, Yang Chen compressed the force of the Five Elements Overturning Heaven Palm within his hand.
Rumble!
The deafening sound echoed in every direction, lingering without end.
Dust rose into the air. Yang Chen narrowed his eyes as he looked at the stone snake he had struck, surprise suddenly stirring in his heart.
He had felt earlier that this stone snake seemed vaguely familiar—not because he had seen something similar somewhere before, but because its hardness reminded him of those Asura Soul Bodies.
Indestructible, incomparably sturdy.
He simply had not been able to confirm it at first.
But now, after striking the stone snake, he discovered that it felt almost exactly