Jiang Zhen stood before Tang San's corpse. There was no joy of victory in his water-blue eyes, only absolute caution.
He knew full well that for someone blessed with fate, mere death was not enough to put one completely at ease.
Who knew whether there might be some melodramatic twist involving a soul leaving the body, divine will protection, or even rebirth in another world?
Jiang Zhen raised a hand. A surge of pure, vast Soul Power flowed like a blue stream, slowly pouring into Tang San's lifeless body.
With Tang San's consciousness gone, this ownerless Soul Power lost all guidance and immediately rampaged through his meridians and internal organs.
His body, already weakened by grave injuries and death, could not possibly withstand such powerful external energy.
Visible to the naked eye, Tang San's corpse began to swell unnaturally. His skin stretched translucent, web-like blue veins emerging across it, as though he were a human-shaped sack being continuously inflated.
His limbs became grotesquely bloated, his face twisted beyond recognition, no longer resembling its original form.
Jiang Zhen watched without expression until he sensed that the energy within had reached its critical point.
With a casual gesture, he condensed an apparently ordinary yet incomparably tough water ball, sealing Tang San's ball-like corpse within it. Then, as though tossing away trash, he gently flung it upward.
The water ball, wrapped around the corpse, traced a brief arc through the air.
The instant it reached its highest point—
"Boom—!!!"
An explosion rang out. It was not particularly loud, but it was exceptionally dull and heavy.
The water ball and the corpse inside it exploded like a powder keg ignited in midair!
There was no gruesome spectacle of flesh and blood flying everywhere. Under the eruption of extremely compressed Soul Power, every scrap of