Seeing this, Wang Dong seemed rooted to the spot.
It was not as though she had never seen Li Changqing make a move before, but she had never seen this side of him.
The Exquisite Pagoda's power was enough to distort the air within a hundred paces. Wherever its golden rings swept through, even the ground was shaved down by three inches.
Bei Bei's lightning, Xu Sanshi's Netherworld Shield, He Caitou's soul cannon—attacks that would normally make any peer tremble—were as fragile as bubbles before that pagoda.
What unsettled Wang Dong even more were those eyes.
Li Changqing stood in the middle of the ruined plaza. The golden radiance had yet to fully fade, but deep within his pupils lay the stillness of a bottomless well.
It was an absolute sense of control, as though the entire battle had been within his calculations from the very beginning.
Every step, every move, every attack was so precise that it sent chills down one's spine.
"This guy..."
Wang Dong murmured, her throat somewhat dry. She said in shock, "He really is terrifying."
She could not describe how she felt at that moment.
Shock?
Naturally.
But more than that, she felt an unfamiliar sense of oppression.
Since childhood, she had seen countless geniuses, yet none had ever made her feel this way.
It was like standing before a mountain. You knew it was there, yet the moment you looked toward it, its towering majesty still overwhelmed you.
"How far do you think he can go?"
A cool voice came from beside her.
Wang Dong turned her head. Ye Guyi stood there with her arms folded, her expression so calm it was nearly indifferent.
The bloodline of her Angel Martial Soul granted her perception far beyond that of ordinary people.
Yet there was not