Bang!
The Iron Palm Sect leader was sent flying several yards away, every bone and organ in his body pulverized by the force carried within Shen Changchuan's palm strike.
His body rolled several times.
At last, he lay flat on his back.
Blood streamed from his seven orifices. He was dead beyond any doubt.
Upon his face,
there still lingered profound bewilderment and disbelief.
Perhaps, in the very instant before his death,
his heart had still been filled with indescribable bitterness.
He had merely wanted to vent the fury and resentment that had built up from days of fruitless effort.
So he had casually struck out with a palm.
It was no different from someone, in a fit of rage, casually smashing the teacup in their hand against the floor to vent their emotions.
But who could have imagined
that this ordinary youth who lived among the mountains and forests, this utterly unremarkable existence, this ant that should have been crushed at will,
would turn into a gigantic elephant capable of casually stepping him to death in the blink of an eye?
That feeling
was like the teacup he had angrily thrown to the ground not only failing to shatter into pieces,
but suddenly bouncing up, swelling a hundred thousandfold in size, and furiously smashing him into a pulp in return!
Such an absurdly outrageous thing
was something no normal person could possibly imagine!
Yet,
it had truly happened!
The teacup that was supposed to be casually smashed had truly jumped up and battered its owner until his head bled.
A first-rate master whose name rang across the martial world had been blasted to death on the spot by a mountain wildling from the deep wilderness, unable to offer the slightest resistance!
If such a thing were told to outsiders,