"Bang!!!"
With a muffled boom.
In an instant, Zheng Qian's astral-energy palm print crossed six meters and sent Mu Tingzhou flying.
Mu Tingzhou was only an ordinary person. How could he withstand an attack of astral energy?
Before he even had time to land, his body was torn into four pieces, leaving him thoroughly dead.
Zheng Qian's palm strike had been specifically meant for Wang Minghui and the other three to see.
And the final effect was indeed excellent. The shock in Wang Minghui and the others' eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
The reason for their shock was simple—
As Half-step Grandmasters, not to mention that the scant astral energy in their bodies was fundamentally incapable of condensing such a massive, complete palm print,
even if they could barely manage it, their astral energy could only be projected half a meter at most before running out.
Not to mention that after doing all this, Zheng Qian was neither flushed nor out of breath, as if he had done it casually.
This convinced them that Zheng Qian truly was a genuine Grandmaster-level expert, despite being absurdly young.
With Mu Tingzhou dead, Zheng Qian made no further moves.
As for the remaining members of the Mu family, they were naturally left for the commandery lieutenant and the three great clans—the Wang, Sun, and Zhao families—to deal with. He merely watched quietly from the side.
This could also be considered an opportunity for the commandery lieutenant and the three great clans to choose a side.
Half a day later, after Mu Residence had been stripped bare, Zheng Qian immediately felt that this body of his seemed to have become more coordinated.
"Was that an illusion?"
Inside a luxurious estate occupying roughly two acres, Zheng Qian sensed the nearly imperceptible change