Sprawled on the ground, Yang Zhibai's heart was filled with intense fear and deep regret.
He regretted not listening to Dong Jingshan and insisting on taking the stage.
However, it was too late now.
With glacial eyes and a face radiating cold killing intent, Chu Qingyun walked toward Yang Zhibai, his pace steady and unhurried.
"Chu Qingyun, I—"
As Chu Qingyun's shadow fell over him, Yang Zhibai looked up. The sight of those glacial eyes terrified him to his very core, and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
But Chu Qingyun didn't even give him the chance to speak.
THUD!
A muffled sound.
A green light flared around Chu Qingyun as he raised his leg and stomped down hard on the center of Yang Zhibai's back.
His Protective Primordial Power shattered instantly. Yang Zhibai let out a wretched scream and spat out a mouthful of blood. He twitched twice under Chu Qingyun's foot, then went still.
