Ye Qingtian's lips curled into a cold smile: "Do you think you can escape?"
"Why don't you try and find out?"
Feng Yuan's mid-stage Martial King cultivation burst forth instantly, the powerful pressure compressing the surrounding air to the point it seemed about to explode.
"Very good, very good! You're much more interesting than the likes of Ling Tianlong!"
Ye Qingtian became slightly intrigued.
"Is that so? Today, I will show you the terror of a Martial King!"
Feng Yuan's black hair flew wildly, entering a frenzied combat state.
"Primordial Dominating Force!"
The True Qi around Feng Yuan surged like a torrent, particularly in his hands, which seemed cast from iron, the mighty True Qi transforming into a hurricane around him.
"Screeech!"
A terrifying sound rang out as a wool carpet in the hall was instantly torn apart.
Not only that, the floorboards under the carpet also shattered in succession, extending twenty or thirty meters.
