The Ming Family's Destruction

"Bang!"

The sound of something shattering rang out.

As the golden light faded, the Yin Yang Sect disciples regained their sight and stared in disbelief.

They saw Ming Chong flying backward from a single palm strike, smashing through tables and chairs.

Ming Chong lay collapsed on the floor, vomiting blood. His clothes were torn, his bones and sinews were broken, and he was little more than a lump of mangled flesh.

Zhao Han slowly lowered his right palm, thoroughly satisfied.

He had controlled his strength perfectly. He had used it to suppress all of Ming Chong's punch and directed it entirely into Ming Chong's body, rather than letting it spread to the surroundings.

That was why Ming Chong had been so badly injured, while the surrounding buildings, ground, and objects remained untouched.

That was the art of perfect control.

When someone failed to control their strength, their inner energy spilled out over a wide area, causing widespread destruction and making a tremendous racket.

Zhao Han had been like that before. He could easily destroy houses, buildings, and the ground.

On the surface, it looked as if he had great destructive power and a wide range of effect, but in the eyes of the strong, it was a sign of wasted energy and poor control.

They said the Great Dao was simple. Even a palm strike could be delivered at different levels.

"You..."

Everyone stared at Zhao Han in horror, but then many of them turned and fled.

A Martial Artist who could nearly kill Ming Chong with a single palm strike was either in the Divine Domain Realm or close to it. Killing them would be easier than stepping on ants.

Zhao Han didn't bother with the fleeing disciples.

Most had abysmal aptitude, while only a few had truly excellent