The Golden Thread Pavilion's Magical Artifacts weren't exceptionally powerful, but they were forged from special materials. It was difficult enough to break them with sheer Physical Power, let alone shatter them completely. It wasn't as if no one had tried before, but they had all ultimately failed.
Although they could still use their Physical Power, whenever they tried to destroy the Magical Artifact, the force they exerted would be absorbed by it, paradoxically tightening its hold.
Some had even tried to commit suicide by completely pulverizing their own bodies, yet they still couldn't break free from the Magical Artifact's restraints. The artifact clung to them like a shadow.
And yet, Yang An had just crushed it to dust with such ease.
'This guy!'
The onlookers couldn't even see a hint of exertion on his face.
'Is he really that terrifying?'
Subconsciously, the onlookers all took a step back, feeling an immense pressure.
Glancing at their reactions, Yang An smiled faintly.
