Yang Yan stood in the void, like an ancient and unmoving Divine entity.
There was no emotion or murderous intent in his gaze as he looked at them.
What existed was only endless indifference.
"At what level has his strength actually reached!" Ling Yu thought to himself.
He had long felt that Yang Yan was astoundingly strong.
He did not expect that this one sword would directly make him feel a suffocating sense of oppression.
He couldn't muster any desire to compete in front of Yang Yan, only weakness.
"Yang Yan, if you ascend to heaven, where does my invincibility stand!" Chu Shenwei thought to himself.
He Yi'er widened her eyes in astonishment.
"Yang Yan, is this your trump card? Even a Saint cannot withstand your sword!" she thought, shocked.
She had originally thought Yang Yan, even if more powerful than them, had a limit and wouldn't exceed them by much.
Now this one sword completely shattered the limit, slaying a Saint they couldn't even imagine.
