Amidst the vast and boundless mist and waves, at this moment, no matter how heavy the torrential rain, no matter the rising steam and mist, none of it could block the piercing, anguished howl that escaped from Song Qingxi’s mouth, reaching the ears of every single person present.
Nor could it stop Chu Weiyang’s supreme, domineering, and devilish wild figure from being reflected in the eyes of everyone.
At this moment, Chu Weiyang clearly said nothing at all, except that his hand — with fingers like a phoenix’s claws — fiercely tapped upon the crown of Song Qingxi’s head.
The immense force merged within Chu Weiyang’s palm, as if he needed no effort whatsoever to crush and shatter the skull beneath.
Of course, he did not actually do so, nor did he speak a single word.
Yet, with Chu Weiyang standing silently just like that, it was enough to convince everyone that this was a truly awe-inspiring calamity star, a towering figure of the Origin Sect!
This fact was especially keenly felt by all the peerless young prodigies of the two branches of the Profound Origin Dao.