Wang Yue had thought that since Wang Juechu controlled half of Jingzhou, he must have extraordinary self-control. He hadn't expected the man to lash out at the slightest provocation. It was deeply disappointing.
Fortunately, the moment Wang Yue felt the force of Sect Master Wang's fierce palm strike, he knew it was meant to kill him. The last shackle in his heart fell away. He could do whatever he wanted now!
So Wang Yue remained perfectly still and smiled calmly.
Wang Menzhuang couldn't tell what Wang Yue was smiling about. He suspected Wang Yue might have a trick up his sleeve, but it was too late to back down. To protect the secret of his biological son, he had to silence Wang Yue at once.
But just as Wang Juechu's iron-pincer hand was about to reach Wang Yue's throat, a golden bell suddenly appeared in front of him!
"Bang!"
Sect Master Wang put all his strength into a palm strike and slammed it hard against the gleaming golden bell!
Wang Menzhuang had put every ounce of his strength into that blow, but not only had he failed to injure Wang Yue, he had been knocked backward by the impact. He flew back to where he had been standing, his blood and energy surging wildly.
Clutching his chest, Sect Master Wang struggled to swallow the blood in his mouth. He stared at Wang Yue in terror. "You've been hiding your strength all along!"
"Hmph!"
Wang Yue snorted and said contemptuously, "If I hadn't kept some things hidden, I'd have been dead long ago!"
Sect Master Wang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then shouted furiously, "Enough nonsense. Even if you kill me, you still won't become Sect Master!"
Wang Yue shook his head, unconcerned. "Looks like I guessed