In the sky, raging Celestial Spirits surged from within Wang Yang, manifesting into nine Celestial Spirit Vortices behind him, like black holes devouring everything, making souls tremble involuntarily.
His cultivation had already stepped into the Ninth Layer of the Celestial Spirit Realm, just one step away from the Peak of the Celestial Spirit Realm.
This was truly astonishing.
"Heavens! Wang Yang's cultivation has stepped into the Ninth Layer of the Celestial Spirit Realm, this is too terrifying."
"No wonder he can be ranked third on the Hidden Dragon List; someone like Ye Chen, he could crush to death with a single finger." In the valley, the young cultivators gasped, eyes filled with deep shock, and extreme reverence for Wang Yang.
"Trash, are you deaf? Tell me, how did my third brother die? If you don't speak, not only will you die, but I will also exterminate your entire family." Wang Yang's tone was incomparably cold, as if a Divine Spirit was questioning a lowly ant.
