Yang Jing's fist fell without the slightest hesitation, crashing down with the heavy, crushing force unique to the Mountain Collapse Fist.
Shen Lie's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes filling with utter terror and despair. He wanted to dodge, wanted to shout, but could not make a single sound.
With a muffled squelch, the fist slammed into his head.
Like a ripe watermelon struck by a boulder, Shen Lie's skull burst apart on the spot. Red and white matter splattered across the floor, flecking even the nearby wall.
His body, which had still been twitching faintly, instantly lost every trace of life and collapsed into a limp heap.
Yang Jing withdrew his fist. Looking at the bloody scene before him, he frowned slightly. I still haven't had enough experience killing. The moment time gets tight and something goes wrong, I get agitated.
I struck too hastily. This really was a little too brutal.
Next time, I'll make it clean and swift, without leaving such a filthy mess.
He glanced down at his fist, which was smeared with sticky matter, then grabbed a rag from the table and carefully wiped it clean. He also wiped away any splashes that might have landed on his clothes.
Once that was done, he strode to the doorway.
With a creak, he shut the door, sealing out the wind and shutting the bloodshed inside.
Then he turned, sweeping his gaze across the dim room.
He had finished Shen Lie immediately to make the fight quick and decisive. Only now did he have time to search for the valuables the man had hidden away.
Shen Lie had spent so long making his way in Yuhe County, and he was a martial artist at peak hidden strength. He ought to have accumulated some wealth.
While waiting for Shen