So Yang Tian merely sighed, his Nascent Soul Middle Stage aura unleashed without restraint.
In an instant, within the still brightly lit bar, all the lights exploded one by one, emitting terrifying sounds.
As for the sky outside the bar's windows, it churned violently as well.
The assassins, witnessing this scene, each wore an expression of stark dread.
However, not long after, their struggle to remain standing ended in vain. One by one, they trembled and knelt to the ground under the overwhelming pressure.
Even the elder appeared afraid. Though he didn't kneel like the assassins, he could barely hold himself upright, stammering with difficulty: "You... who are you? Such an oppressive aura, it's utterly terrifying. Are you... the one who won the top prize?"
"Chenn Bangguo?"
Yang Tian heard this and shook his head lightly, smiling as he replied, "Try again!"
"You... you're not Chenn?"
