Lin Chen's cold snort was like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely at Huo Yuanjun's heart, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood from the immense pressure.

His body, paralyzed by fear and jealousy, could do nothing but tremble, leaving him collapsed on the ground.

Xiao Yang was scared out of his wits at this moment. He was an eighth-grade Grandmaster, yet he was trampled underfoot in just one move.

And Chen Fanghong was a ninth-grade Grandmaster. As experts of the War Department, their strength surpassed that of Grandmasters of the same level.