In an instant, Yang Chen's hand gave a light squeeze.
Overlord of the Prosperous Sea's body exploded completely, utterly destroyed by Yang Chen. The difference between the two was huge, and they were not in the same league at all.
At this moment, it was incredibly silent.
The surviving Saint realm disciples, as well as Ye Furong and Ye Nanfeng, stared at Yang Chen with difficulty and fear, swallowing their saliva.
They had struggled so hard, like walking on thin ice, to deal with the two Overlords of the Prosperous Sea, and even the appearance of one more made them feel completely powerless.
But now, the Overlord of the Prosperous Sea, whom all of them had to gang up against, was easily and effortlessly killed by Yang Chen.
A question surfaced in everyone's mind.
Who exactly was this Yang Yi, and what background did he come from?
For a time, everyone's expressions turned awkward. After all, they knew better than anyone else how they had treated Yang Chen before.
