A wave of dizziness washed over Yang Zhen as he retched up a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ground. Suddenly enraged, Yang Zhen seethed, "Damn it, you're ruining this fight for the Sao Saint!"
Boom——!
Yang Zhen retracted his palms, and with a powerful punch, sent tremors through the earth. A ferocious gust of energy erupted, and amidst the whirl of dirt, the whole hall was turned upside down, morphing into something unrecognizable.
Endless dust billowing in the air, everyone felt as though they were in the eye of a raging storm in the middle of the sea, their bodies tumbling and crashing about painfully.
Yang Zhen himself had had a rough tumble; he was off-balance and his body lacked any point of contact with the ground.
As stones flew and a wild gust surged, a heart-wrenching pain followed. It was a long time before the entire hall gradually returned to peace.
The very moment it regained its calm, Yang Zhen leaped up, only to be taken aback.
