Another Punch to Blow Him Apart

Hua Qiang killed Long Busuan with a single punch, causing a commotion in the arena.

Many people looked at Hua Qiang with apprehension, and some even showed fear in their eyes.

Some people turned their attention to the host, Long Yanran, hoping she would step forward to uphold justice and seek an explanation for the death of Long Bushan.

Long Yanran's usually icy face showed no sign of anger at this moment; instead, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

Her red lips parted slightly, and an indescribable wave of emotion surged within her.

She never imagined that this tall, handsome young man would be so incredibly brave and powerful.

Long Busuan is very powerful; even if I were to defeat him, it would take some effort.

But Hua Qiang merely threw a light punch, appearing so casual and elegant.

Her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

Over the years, Long Yanran has been like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, aloof and unattainable.

Countless talented young men were captivated by her, either showering her with attention or secretly harboring their affections, dreaming of one day becoming the man who would conquer her and walk hand in hand with her.

However, in Long Yanran's eyes, these people were nothing but mediocre people, with empty shells but hollow hearts, and were not worthy of her at all.

She considered herself a precious and delicate woman, like a rare and carefully protected jewel, and would not allow these ordinary people to defile her so easily.

But at this moment, Hua Qiang's appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in her heart and giving her an unprecedented and strange feeling.

Her heart started racing involuntarily, and a stirring of emotion even appeared deep within her.

Looking at Hua Qiang's robust physique and powerful posture, a daring thought flashed through her mind:

If it's this powerful, I wonder if it's also powerful in other aspects?

The people in the room were still immersed in the thrilling scene just now, completely unaware that their goddess, Long Yanran, was having such a secret thought process.

If they knew, their hearts would probably be broken into countless pieces.

Those who usually boast about being pursued by Long Yanran might actually be unable to accept this cruel reality and impulsively buy a block of tofu, bump into it, and end it all.

Hidden deep within the mountains, shrouded in mist, lies an extremely luxurious palace.

The hall was adorned with jewels and precious stones, yet it couldn't conceal a vulgar atmosphere.

He looks like a nouveau riche.

Inside the inner chamber of the palace, a middle-aged man dressed in black sat upright on a futon, his eyes closed, surrounded by a faint mystical light, clearly concentrating on practicing a profound martial art.

Just as he was immersed in the realm of cultivation, a series of hurried and flustered footsteps broke the tranquility of the palace as they approached from afar.

"Master, master! Something terrible has happened!"

A sharp, fearful voice rang out as a white-haired butler stumbled in.

The Long Baozao, who had been tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a fierce aura shot out from them as if it were a tangible force.

He looked at the butler who rushed in and shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting, you old geezer?"

How could my son Bu San's Soul Lamp possibly go out?

The sound, like thunder, resounded throughout the palace, causing the steward's body to tremble slightly.

"Sir, it's true!"

The steward, his face filled with terror and his voice trembling with tears, said, "This old servant just went to the Soul Hall to check on the situation and found that the young master's Soul Lamp has really gone out!"

Long Baozao face instantly turned ashen, his body trembled slightly, and a powerful pressure emanated from him, causing the entire palace to tremble.

"What happened?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't Bu San the Qingqiu Tea Party?"

In a place like that, how could his Soul Lamp go out?

Had something terrible happened to them? How could that be?

Although Long Baozao had his doubts, he dared not delay any longer when he saw the butler's panicked appearance.

He suddenly stood up, and in a flash, he followed the steward to the Soul Hall.

When he saw that his son Long Busuan's Soul Lamp had indeed gone out, and that the tiny flame had no light left, his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

"Oh dear! Who killed my son?"

"I'll skin you alive, tear your tendons out, and burn you to a crisp!"

The Long Baozao, a sound that seemed to shatter the heavens and earth.

He raised his hand and grabbed forward, tearing a huge rift in the space. Then he stepped into the rift and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The next moment, the Long Baozao appeared in the sky above the pavilion of the Qingqiu Tea Party.

His tall figure loomed over the area like a dark cloud, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, resembling a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

"Who is it? Which bastard killed my son Long Busuan? Die!"

"I'll tear you to pieces and make you pay for my son's life!"

His voice resounded like a great bell, shaking the entire Green Hill.

The sudden turn of events terrified everyone, and screams and shouts filled the air.

Among the crowd, Hua Qiang stood quietly. He looked up at the crazed Long Baozao, his face showing no fear, but rather disdain.

He was too lazy to waste words with this irrational person, so he threw a punch directly. A powerful gust of wind from the punch shot out and hurtled towards Long Baozao.

At this moment, Long Baozao was in a berserk state, constantly thinking about which of the 108 cruel methods he would use to torture the other party when they stood up, making them pay a terrible price for the death of his son.

However, at that moment, a strong feeling of palpitation suddenly surged into his heart, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge fist, carrying immense power, hurtling towards him.

"It's this fist!"

He was terrified; from that fist, he clearly felt a life-or-death crisis.

But he was no ordinary man; in an instant, he extended a huge dragon claw, emitting a dark, eerie light, and slammed it towards the fist.

However, Hua Qiang's fist was unstoppable, directly shattering his dragon claw. The broken fragments of the dragon claw scattered like black meteors.

The fist, still carrying considerable force, struck Long Baozao directly.

With a deafening roar, the Long Baozao body was blasted apart by the punch, blood raining down.

His body was reduced to dust in mid-air, leaving only a roar of resentment that echoed across the sky above Green Hill.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw. They had thought that Long Baozao would be an invincible force, but they never expected that he would be defeated so easily by Hua Qiang.

Chu Hua Qiang merely glanced at the crowd indifferently before ignoring them and returning to his seat to enjoy a pleasant meal and drink with Ao Shanshan.

The scene was left in a mess and with everyone still in shock.