Minds were empty from the sheer shock. No words could describe the scene before them.

Even Li Qiye’s supporter, Yang Ling, found this unbelievable. She thought that if he were lucky enough to be somehow connected by fate with the hammer, he would still need to use all of his strength to lift.

She imagined that his muscles would be bulging; his face would be red with sweat dripping down. This wasn’t the case since the hammer felt so light in his hand. The disparity between reality and her imagination left her spe...