Yang Ming raised his other hand, likewise opening his palm and spreading his fingers. This time, however, he unleashed not a powerful attraction, but a terrifying repulsion!
"Shinra Tensei!"
Before the terrified eyes of the Holy Dragon Army's soldiers, a translucent barrier of repulsive force stretched between heaven and earth like an impassable city wall. Then, propelled by Yang Ming, that wall hurtled forward like a high-speed train at full throttle, savagely crashing into the enemy troops rushing toward him like moths into a flame.
At that moment, even time seemed to stop, freezing that single second into eternity.
The expressions of every soldier in the Holy Dragon Army were forever fixed in that instant: faces filled with terror, eyes widened in helpless fury, mouths slightly open as though about to roar at the heavens. They were as lifelike as flies sealed in amber.
A second later, as the clock's second hand marched forward without hesitation, heaven and earth returned to their original stillness—a stillness that made hearts tremble.
For in that blink of an eye, the Holy Dragon Army elites who had been so arrogant and overbearing had already turned to drifting ash. Perhaps the few Titled Douluo among them, including Yang Ming's old opponents, the brothers Dragon-Subduing Douluo and Qian Jun Douluo, had managed to resist for another hundredth of a second. Unfortunately, before Yang Ming's absolute strength, which far surpassed their own, that merely delayed their deaths by a hundredth of a second. When that second ticked past, they still could not escape death. That was their fate, unstoppable and unavoidable!
Silence!
Utter silence!
Deathly silence!
In the minds of the Heaven Dou Empire's common people, Yang Ming had long since been deified. They knew he was powerful, immensely powerful, but most of what they knew about