City Lord Mansion.
Banquet Hall.
Everyone fell silent.
No one had expected a battle to occur today.
Even less expected was that this young man from the Ancestor Clan would dare to speak wildly against the direct descendent of the Residual Sun Sect.
People looked at Chen Yuan with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
They knew this young man from a lower race was in for bad luck.
"Ha ha."
Chen Yuan remained silent and scoffed.
He stretched out his crystal-clear palm and pressed it directly towards the empty air.
"Boom!"
An invisible force suddenly descended.
Ming Fengling was just about to make his move, but he was immobilized by a massive pressure.
That terrifying pressure, like Tai Mountain bearing down, heavily pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel.
"Ah ah!"
Ming Fengling roared.
His blue robe billowed instantly as genuine fire abruptly condensed.
