Pfft! With a crisp crack, Tian Yaozong's Adam's apple shattered like a rotten jujube. His eyeballs bulged, bloodshot veins instantly spreading across them.
A desperate, leaking rasp squeezed from his ruined windpipe, mixed with thick bloody froth that spattered across the back of Chen Qing's hand, where veins stood faintly raised.
Chen Qing's gaze was icy as he released his grip and stepped back.
He knew Tian Yaozong had completely lost his ability to fight and now hung by a thread.
The sudden reversal of life and death had happened so fast that the minds of most onlookers went blank.
Tian Yaozong's three killing moves had come one after another, his offensive surging like Raging Waves Overlapping Waves. He had displayed the vicious ferocity and raw power of the Wind-breaking Hand to perfection, fully deserving his reputation as a master of Hidden Strength at great completion.
Yet Chen Qing had been even more ruthless and seasoned. Amid that killing intent, he had precisely seized that fleeting sliver of an opening and defeated his opponent in a single strike.
"I... I..."
With his windpipe grievously damaged, Tian Yaozong's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, reduced to nothing but a wheezing hiss.
"Quick, fetch a doctor!" Wu Manqing's willow-leaf brows knitted tightly as she shouted sharply.
Two Wu Family guards rushed forward in panic and clumsily lifted the limp Tian Yaozong.
Tian Yaozong's unfocused gaze turned laboriously toward Wu Manqing. His throat worked as he forced out several words: "Three-year... old son... five-year... old daughter... take... care..."
"I understand."
Wu Manqing drew a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and said urgently, "Get him to a clinic at once! Spare no expense!"
The Wu Family guards carried away Tian Yaozong, who looked like a man drenched in blood,