Seeing that they couldn't stop him, the two siblings didn't say much else.
"Bang"
After Yu Wenfeng left the private room, he kicked over a table, which slid towards several young aristocrats. Even though it was only a wooden table, it glowed brilliantly, seemingly metalized.
It was as heavy as thousands of pounds, fully augmented by Yu Wenfeng's divine power. If it really hit someone, even the mighty and sturdy would be crushed.
He chuckled contemptuously and casually waved his robe, instantaneously shrouding the table in a dark light.
Without a sound, the table imbued with Yu Wenfeng's divine power turned into ashes in an instant. This scene shocked everyone upstairs. The horrendous power of the Netherworld Flames had surpassed everyone's imagination.
Several people who were close to Yin Feng were also astonished and asked, "Is it possible that he's still in the Fourth Level of the Cognitive Hidden Realm?"
"Why do I feel that he has already entered the Fifth Heaven?"
