Crack!
Struck by Yan Hai's punch, Zhao Minghui felt as though the bones in his entire right shoulder had been ground to powder by a tremendous force. His flesh stiffened, his blood energy churned wildly beyond his control, and his organs nearly shook loose as he was sent hurtling backward.
"So weak?" Yan Hai frowned slightly, seemingly unable to understand how someone of Zhao Minghui's strength could unleash such astonishing power.
He had personally inspected the traces left in Courtyard 257.
Judging by that destructive power alone, he did not believe this saber-wielding member of the Special Management Bureau could have done it.
As he stood frowning in thought-
"Kill him!" The other members of the Special Management Bureau recovered and charged at him.
With Zhao Minghui gravely wounded, their fate was bound to end in tragedy unless they could kill this terrifying Demonic Cultivator who had suddenly appeared.
"You're all too weak."
Yan Hai raised his head, regarding the charging members of the Special Management Bureau with indifference, as though watching a swarm of ants rushing heedlessly to their deaths.
He reached down.
Seizing the nearest man's arm, he brutally hauled him into the air and slammed a fist into his body.
Overbearing force surged into the man's organs, battering them violently.
Before he had even flown halfway up, he screamed. His clothes burst into shreds, and a great cloud of blood mist spread as he slammed into the others like a cannonball. Yan Hai's figure arrived in a flash, his iron fists swinging down without mercy.
Screams erupted at once, blood mist filling the air.
"Fools!" Yan Hai's face was cold.
He turned toward Zhao Minghui, who had spent all this time failing to get up beneath the opposite perimeter wall. The chill in his eyes made Zhao