Chen reappeared before the crowd.
His nose was high and proud, and his entire face was as perfectly crafted as a piece of exquisite sculpture. His black hair cascaded down his back, gently fluttering in the wind.
Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze haughty as he looked down at the tens of thousands of people below him.
From his perspective, the dense crowd resembled a swarm of ants.
Equally insignificant, equally distasteful, almost compelling him to stomp on them.
"Crackle..."
Lightning continued to flicker around Chen's body.
After his arrival, the oppressive aura that enveloped the heavens and earth grew even stronger.
The people on the ground looked up at Chen's figure in the sky, their eyes filled with awe.
Chen was so young, yet his presence was suffocatingly powerful!
This was the strength of a level 1500!
