The vast arena, with hundreds of eyes fixed in stunned amazement, stared at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang patted his clothes, then released his grip on Gu Zhiqing's hand.
"This..."
Qiao Shan staggered back a few steps, his pale face lifted just in time to see the yellow sand still flying in the air.
With a thud, Qiao Shan, who always claimed to be the pride of the King, slumped to the ground, his face full of horror and despair. He gasped, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The surroundings were silent.
Despite the sun high in the sky, in front of this man, it was still overshadowed.
Just now, almost everyone was focused on Qiao Shan and the arrogance of the Chu Family, thus completely ignoring the man in front of them, who was so beyond reach and cloud-like.
His imposing aura soared straight into the sky.
Standing tall, invincible.
These sixteen words sum it all up.
Anyone on the field compared to Chen Yang, whether in terms of temperament or aura, fell a large margin short.
