Dianyun, Yanyan Palace, Burning Heaven Hall.
A man dressed entirely in black, wearing a black jade crown, sat upon the highest seat. Below him, a crowd of people knelt across the floor. The man looked to be in his early thirties, a mature and strikingly handsome uncle-figure. At a glance, his appearance bore a six- or seven-tenths resemblance to Yanyan, though his facial contours were somewhat rougher.
Yet at this moment, this domineering and majestic man was radiating an aura of an impending tempest. He gazed down at the silent crowd, flicked his sleeve, and with a thunderous roar, the hundred-meter-tall white tiger statue in the grand hall shattered instantly, reducing to fine powder.
Chapter 335