As soon as Yang Yu Chen finished speaking, his terrifying attack swept out like a phantom.
In just a blink of an eye, the middle-aged man was reduced to dust as though he had gone through a millstone. Despite resisting with all his might, it was futile. The difference between his and Yang Yu Chen's strength was insurmountable. It was just like how Duan Ling Tian had easily killed imminent Supreme Gods.
Meanwhile, Duan Ling Tian, who was standing at the side, was stunned by Yang Yu Chen's earlier words and decisive actions. He had assumed that Yang Yu Chen would let the middle-aged man go if the middle-aged man managed to defeat him. He did not expect Yang Yu Chen to kill the middle-aged man before the middle-aged man could defeat him. With this, Yang Yu Chen indeed did not break his promise.
Another unwilling cry rang in the air as a huge figure appeared in the air after the middle-aged man died.
