C522 There Was No Need to Submit

A colossal psychic force erupted from Ming Ying's modest abode, piercing the heavens and tearing through the clouds above, leaving a vast void where they once were.

Meanwhile, Ming Ying sat in the hall, eyes gently closed, enveloped in a deep stillness.

"Has he... broken through?" Duffy, clad in a white robe aboard the massive battleship in the ninth district's square, was taken aback