Ba Yao looked at Ling Han, his voice harsh and severe. His black locks suddenly danced, each strand entwined with blue-coloured lightning, cracking and popping loudly, incredibly powerful.
Boom, the unique pressure belonging to an Ascending Origin Tier elite attacked as if a divine dragon appeared, wherein mortals could only bow in reverence.
Even Alchemist Zi Cheng had not expected that Ba Yao would make a move in public. Though he moved to block the assault with an angry humph, there was really a considerable gap between his strength as compared with Ba Yao, so how could he make it in time?
His heart grew very anxious. If a Holy Son was to kneel to another in public, how would he be able to face others in future?
