Yang Yan stood on the stone platform, looking at the female cultivators of the Taihuang Holy Land as if they had been placed under an immobilization spell.
"Why has everyone gone silent?" he asked calmly.
Silence!
The thirteen female cultivators of the Taihuang Holy Land were at a loss, opening their mouths but unable to speak.
"It seems you're still not calm. Let me help you calm down, calm down!"
After he finished speaking, a terrifying roar emanated from within his body.
The sound was so loud that it made those who heard it change their expression.
The thirteen female cultivators of the Taihuang Holy Land jolted awake, but hadn't yet reacted.
An invisible force struck them, their physiques trembled, and they were sent flying backward.
This included Su Yunke, the strongest successor among them, the Saintess of the Taihuang Holy Land!
Pfft!
All thirteen female cultivators of the Taihuang Holy Land spat blood without exception.
