Apart from Yuan Hao, no one knew what Yang Zhen had done.
Everyone only felt a gust of wind suddenly waft from Yang Zhen, and then they knew nothing else.
Like a breeze of spring air, everyone even felt somewhat comfortable, but Yuan Hao's face turned pale as if covered with a layer of flour, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood. Can't this man be touched by the wind?
Is there also a person who can't be touched by the wind?
As they watched Yang Zhen step by step walking past Yuan Hao, with an elegant and meticulous demeanor, standing tall and confident, the crowd, bewildered, suddenly thought Yang Zhen was so handsome!
This is a true powerhouse, calm and composed, no matter who you are, no matter if you inherited the Emperor Skill or the saint's, a single breeze blew you into confusion!
At the same time, everyone was also shocked in their hearts.
