Some martial artists were indignant, feeling that the Dao Foundation Candidates on the list were too domineering.
Perhaps it was the presence of over three hundred Divine Treasures at the scene that gave him some confidence, creating an illusion of security.
"Noisy."
Chen Feng, the martial artist ranked eighty-third on the Dao Foundation Candidate List, looked cold and indifferent.
His gaze locked onto the Divine Treasure who had just spoken up to "rebuke" him.
Then, Chen Feng waved his hand.
"Boom."
The Domain descended.
"Ah…"
The Divine Treasure, who had just spoken up to rebuke, was ground into dust by Chen Feng's Domain in an instant, unable to muster even a hint of resistance.
Dead!
A mighty Divine Treasure, just like that, was dead.
Chen Feng's suppression of the Divine Treasure felt as effortless as crushing an ant.
For a moment, the more than three hundred Divine Treasures present fell silent.
Their hearts trembled; most were filled with thoughts of retreat.