Only to see, Yang Luo was standing quietly at the center of the square, ten feet above the ground.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent, his body flickering with blinding golden light, emitting an undying and indestructible aura.
Beneath him, the ground of the plaza had exploded into a giant crater, a hundred zhang wide and dozens of zhang deep.
The void where he stood had even more holes blasted into it.
A dense web of cracks radiated from him in all directions, forming a massive black net.
Yet, Yang Luo was completely unscathed, not a single hair broken, not even his clothes were torn.
He stood there quietly, like an ancient immortal, an Ancient Heavenly God descending upon the mundane world.
The entire plaza fell silent in an instant!
You could hear a pin drop!
It was quiet for quite a while!
The whole place erupted into a commotion!