"Bing, dismantle!"
Countless looked up in the air, and their minds shuddered. It was as if they had been hit by something.
Wang Yanbing. Bing. Dismantle.
That person was the number one below the Renhuang outside of the Celestial Gate of Vast Heaven, and he was of equal renown to the likes of Jiang Taichu and Hua Qingyun, yet he used that move just to get to the Celestial Gate.
It was as if he was making good on his word.
He would not go home until he had gotten to the Celestial Gate.
However, many wondered just how he would have been able to go home even if he were to have entered the Celestial Gate using that move.
They were thinking about metaphors like the mind being one's home and such.
And they wondered what would have happened with the body.
