Zhang Yunqing looked startled, while Wu Yang's expression was grim. Pang Yongliang's Profession was a peculiar one; he was skilled at ambushes and assassinations. If he locked onto the Judges present...
For a moment, he feared he truly wouldn't be able to stop him.
'Who knew we'd get this lucky. It's a shame I didn't bring more people.'
Just then, Pang Yongliang's brow twitched. A chill ran through him as he suddenly sensed a threat. Subconsciously, a grayish-white mist began to spread from him.
But suddenly, it was as if his brain had been pierced by a needle, and he was dazed for an instant.
And in that very instant, a clap of thunder exploded behind him!
RUMBLE!
Su Chen's figure materialized like a thunderclap. He wielded a massive, dark cyan hammer, wreathed in violent lightning, and brought it smashing down. He appeared abruptly, with no sign of having gathered his power, as if he had been preparing the strike for a long time somewhere else.
