A figure descended from the sky, bathed in brilliant golden sunlight. Everyone in Heaven Dou City fell utterly silent, their gazes upon Yang Ming filled with supreme reverence, as though beholding a living god or demon!
Even the Heavenly Tribulation lightning that could easily destroy Heaven Dou City had been torn apart effortlessly by Yang Ming. Who under heaven could possibly stand against him?
Those who harbored malice toward Yang Ming and the Sky-Blasting Gang instantly turned ashen. They hurriedly buried the dark thoughts that had just arisen deep within their hearts, not daring to reveal them for fear of facing a reckoning.
Tang San watched Yang Ming's figure gradually disappear from view. He remained speechless for a long time, towering waves surging through his heart.
Tang San said nothing. Pressing his lips tightly together, he used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and silently vanished from the spot.
Clearly, Yang Ming's latest growth had struck Tang San's already sensitive nerves, leaving him unsure how to face his old friend.
As Yang Ming descended, he continued savoring the sensation he had experienced the instant he split the Heavenly Tribulation clouds.
Was that Douluo Star's planar consciousness?
Yang Ming could sense that the moment he cleaved the Heavenly Tribulation clouds apart, Douluo Star's nascent planar consciousness had also suffered a grievous injury. It was an elusive, profound sensation that could only be perceived through intuition, for planar consciousness had neither form nor substance and could not be observed with the naked eye.
As for whether its grievous injury would cause any adverse effects, that was none of Yang Ming's concern.
After all, it had just tried to kill him!
"Darling, are you all right?"
The affectionate calls of Hu Liena, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu brought Yang Ming back to his