Ye Chenfeng stood in the center of the grand hall of the Zhen Tian Gate with an extremely leisurely posture. How could those present endure the aura of his level ten Soul Force? This was already the result of him holding back immensely; otherwise, Sun Xiaoli and Sun Hengfei, the weakest in terms of strength, would have definitely suffered internal injuries.
Even so, Sun Xiaoli and Sun Hengfei, who were kneeling on the ground, were also pale-faced. Their gazes first fell upon their father, who sat on the ground in a very sorry state, then shifted to their grandfather, who sat at the head seat, his body swaying as if about to fall. Finally, their eyes rested on Ye Chenfeng. Could they even believe that Ye Chenfeng was this powerful? How could someone from the Secular World who came to the Ancient Martial World possibly be so formidable?
