When Chen Yuan casually flicked his sleeve, everyone stood there, dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.
Such might from a mere sleeve flick, could it really be so terrifying?
The assassins who were farther away from Chen Yuan, though they did not collapse to the ground in weakness like those who were closer, still began to tremble all over.
After all, they were right behind those two S-class superpower users. If Chen Yuan had deviated just one meter, they would have been smashed into powder in an instant.
This terrifying power that they had never witnessed before instilled a deep fear in their hearts, causing them to shudder.
It was like the heart-pounding moment you feel when narrowly escaping a car accident; they felt the same way.
Li Shiqin's mouth hung open wide, unable to close:
"This... this... this...?"
As a Realm Expert himself, he naturally understood the terrifying power behind that sleeve flick.
