"Lowly country bumpkin! You dared offend Young Master Wang? Die!!"
Even as Nie He hurtled through the air, a cold smile curled his lips. He could almost see his blade cleaving Li Yun in two and spraying blood across the mountain forest.
But to his surprise—
Before the blade could fall, Li Yun spun around.
A fist thundered toward him with the force to shove mountains aside.
"What?"
Nie He's pupils shrank. His heart nearly stopped as that fist swelled in his eyes, filling his entire vision in an instant.
Its terrifying aura made him tremble.
He instinctively tried to retreat, but suspended in midair, he had nothing to push off. For all his desperate effort, he shifted barely half an inch sideways. It did him no damn good.
With no time left, he could only follow his instincts and bring his blade down with all his might.
Bang!
Nie He never felt his blade strike anyone. A surging punch slammed into his chest and sent its force through his entire body. Bones cracked one after another. As though struck by a speeding truck, he flew dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.
Only when he landed did he realize that the punch had shattered his bones and torn his flesh apart. Blood poured from him.
Agony swept over him.
A wretched scream rang through the mountain forest beneath the night sky.
"No..."
As Nie He screamed, blood gushed from his mouth as though there were no end to it.
In that moment,
nothing remained in Nie He's eyes but pain and fear.
Because he knew he was finished.
Every bone in his body was broken, and his organs were ruptured... Even if someone healed him, he would be a cripple.
And how could wounds like these be healed?