Mr. Yan's anger was ignited.
A cold sneer flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes.
Just as Mr. Yan's attack was about to strike him, he opened his mouth and let out a thunderous shout.
Roar—
The soundwave infused with the power of the Saint Realm Primordial Spirit formed into a beam, rushing directly towards Mr. Yan's sea of consciousness.
Caught in his anger, Mr. Yan didn't expect Zhou Yu to have such a trick up his sleeve. He immediately used his strength to defend, but he underestimated the power of the roar.
In an instant, the soundwave entered his brain, leaving his mind blank.
Mr. Yan, being the person he was, managed to turn his offense into defense instinctively despite the mental blackout, and his strength surged crazily into his sea of consciousness, trying to disperse the soundwave with all his might.
In less than a second, he had regained his clarity.
That reaction was truly top-notch.
But by the time he had regained his senses, Zhou Yu's fist had already landed on his body.
