While everyone was still reeling from the shock of Zhu Zhanjun killing Agula in an instant, the corpse lying on the ground suddenly began to change.
Agula's cheeks bulged sharply.
A wisp of faint, sulfurous green smoke seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Not good!"
Zhu Zhanjun's eyes narrowed.
He hadn't expected Agula to be so ruthless—to have hidden one last killing move inside his own body.
He meant to complete his assassination with a suicide bombing!
"Everyone, get back!"
Zhu Zhanjun barked.
Without the slightest hesitation, he sprang forward and kicked Agula's corpse.
He put a deft twist into the kick.
Agula's body shot into the sky.
It traced a high arc, flying far beyond the Palace Gate.
Almost the instant the corpse reached the peak of its flight—
"BOOM!"
An unprecedentedly violent explosion thundered through the air.
A huge fireball burst open overhead, tangled with black smoke.
A terrifying shock wave formed a visible white wall of air and swept out in every direction.
Even the massive tower above Chengtian Gate shuddered violently beneath its force.
Countless roof tiles shattered and came pattering down.
Several Imperial Forest Army soldiers nearest the blast didn't even have time to scream before the raging wave hurled them more than ten meters away. They spat blood, their lives uncertain.
Shredded flesh and severed limbs rained down onto the ground.
The pure White Marble paving was stained a gruesome red.
It was as if the whole world had been frozen by that earth-shaking blast.
Everyone was dumbstruck by its world-destroying power.
They stared blankly at the fireball still burning in the distance and the Palace Gate left in ruins, feeling a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.
What was that?
Heavenly Thunder?
No! It was even