The fastest was not the middle-aged man whose shoulder Yue Yang had stepped on, but the bizarre man with the voice of a Night Owl and the form of a bat.
He stretched out a hand.
A strange Breeze swirled around him. Several fallen leaves immediately accelerated like summoned battle beasts and shot toward Yue Yang. Yet the Hand of Control, which had never failed before, suddenly failed. It was like a puppet on strings whose strings had been snipped apart by scissors, abruptly losing control. The leaves flying midway all drifted back down with the wind, devoid of even a trace of force... The bizarre man who had extended the Hand of Control to rule over others' lives and deaths looked as though he had been punched hard in the face, utterly alarmed.
At the same time, his face bore the shame and fury that surfaced only after one had been grievously humiliated.
He stared fixedly at Yue Yang.
The middle-aged man who called himself the City Lord and sat upon the golden throne also had flames blazing in his eyes as his fist smashed viciously toward Yue Yang.
"Welcome to my game! I guarantee you'll enjoy it!" If Yue Yang could have been hit by him, then he would not have been the Third Young Master of the Yue Family who could even take down the Empress of Heaven and Chi Tianhe. If he fought seriously, he could have killed the enemy in an instant, but Yue Yang did not do so. Because he wanted to give this enemy, who loved using human lives as a game, a surprise!
If all of Yue Yang's talents were ranked, his enviable divine skill at picking up girls probably would not even take first place.
But if one talent had to