A Wake-Up Call for Feng Xiaotian-Don't Waste Your Talent!

At his words, Uncle Wang's expression darkened.

He was considered a prominent figure in this part of the southern Service Kingdom. Having some unknown youth speak to him in such a tone made him feel insulted.

He slightly released the pressure of a Soul King Rank expert. Five Spirit Rings flickered beneath his feet as the heavy aura of an Ironclad Savage Bull bore down on Huang Yun.

Huang Yun did not move an inch.

He even had the leisure to finish the last sip of tea in his cup before casually setting the empty cup on the nearby stall.

"Enough. Don't waste your effort." He raised his right hand and lightly flicked his index finger.

A streak of golden-purple lightning shot from his fingertip. Neither too fast nor too slow, it landed precisely on the ground by Uncle Wang's feet.

The stone pavement was pierced by the lightning, exploding into a fist-sized crater. Its edges were charred black, while tiny arcs of electricity continued to flicker within it.

Uncle Wang's feet seemed nailed to the ground. He did not dare move at all.

The speed, precision, and concentration of Soul Power within that bolt of lightning instantly drenched his back in cold sweat.

In all his years, he had never seen lightning-attribute Soul Power of such a level.

That youth looked only fourteen or fifteen, yet the power in that single finger strike was enough to blast him to pieces.

"Leave." Huang Yun withdrew his finger, his tone still calm.

Uncle Wang swallowed. Not daring to say another word, he turned and hurried off down the street with his two subordinates.

Their footsteps were twice as fast as when they had arrived, and they were practically jogging.

The street fell silent.

Seeing that there was no more entertainment to