The surroundings suddenly fell silent, so silent that it was a little scary.
The young geniuses of the various clans were all frozen there. Their bodies were like sculptures, not moving at all. Their faces were completely dumbfounded.
At this moment, their minds were blank.
They just stood there in a daze, looking at the young man in white in front of them.
He was still the same as before, standing casually. His clothes were fluttering, and his black hair was dancing wildly. There was no trace of celestial core power fluctuation on his body, but he exuded a powerful pressure.
This pressure was extremely terrifying, and their minds could not help but tremble.
After a long period of dead silence, a series of sharp gasps rang out.
Everyone took in a deep breath of cold air, and their eyes gradually widened, revealing extreme shock and doubt.
He had defeated all the Holy Sons with just one finger!
'How ... How is this possible?'
