C744 What the Hell Was That?

Zhang Weiang didn't even consider Soong Yang a threat.

The elaborate display was purely for show.

Spiritual Qi swirled in the heavens, forming a vortex that barreled toward Soong Yang, ripping the air asunder with a piercing whistle.

The hotel lobby was packed to the brim.

It had become Zhang Weiang's turf.

Confronted with the torrent of spirit energy