On the street, fallen leaves stirred in the wind, rolling slowly across the ground.
"Who are you? We are pursuing a court fugitive. Please step aside at once, lest innocent people be harmed," Zhan Heng said with a frown.
The Ghost-faced Man said nothing and slowly drew closer.
With a swish.
The Ghost-faced Man was actually far faster than Sun Zhu had been.
He raised one palm, and with a flash, arrived before Zhan Heng and the other man.
Bang!!!
The two men's hearts jolted. They struck out together, meeting the Ghost-faced Man head-on.
This collision between the three was completely different from the earlier fight with Sun Zhu.
Zhan Heng only felt a vast, mountain-toppling, sea-overturning force surge wildly from the other party's hand.
The Freezing Jin Li he released crumbled at the first touch against that force.
The difference in strength was simply too great.
It was not only him. The black-clad masked man beside him wore the same look of horror.
Bang! Bang!
The two figures staggered back more than ten steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
Before they could steady themselves.
The Ghost-faced Man turned into a streak of light, faster even than their retreat, and appeared behind them once more.
Puff! Puff!
Two muffled thuds rang out.
Zhan Heng and the masked man stiffened, both struck in the back.
Their protective force might as well have not existed. It was pierced through in an instant.
Skin, flesh, and bone were all violently injured by that single palm strike.
Their bodies did not even have time to fly away with the momentum. They were nailed in place, blood spraying from the centers of their backs.
The force within the Ghost-faced Man's palm carried several different kinds of vigor at once.
That was