At the sight, the county magistrate rejoiced inwardly and hurriedly shouted, "Fort Lord Yang, it seems you aren't very well informed! Even the Chief of Black Wind Stronghold was no match for Meng the Constable. How could we allow a wretch like you to run wild in the city?"
Yang Junjie's pupils abruptly contracted. "What?!"
The magistrate continued, "Guess what sort of banquet we're holding at Tongchun Tower today?"
Yang Junjie realized that the cowardly magistrate upstairs was telling the truth, and his heart turned to dead ashes.
If even Xiong Batian was no match for this man...
But he still didn't want to die!
Yang Junjie bit the tip of his tongue, gathered all his True Qi, and drove it toward his spine. But the meridians along his spine had already been firmly sealed by Meng Qingshan's "Pulse Lock" technique. Like a clay ox entering the sea, his True Qi vanished without breaking through its bonds.
His face was pale, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead. He knew he had reached a dead end.
Seeing Yang Junjie still struggling, Meng Qingshan said coldly, "Your Inner Breath is unrefined, your palm techniques powerless, and your discipline over your subordinates lax. You also delight in slaughtering innocents. Fort Lord Yang, your time has come!"
Little Dragon Subduing Hand-Bone Poking!
Meng Qingshan clawed with all five fingers, Yin Extreme True Qi flickering from his fingertips like a flood dragon extending its claws.
Yang Junjie was utterly horrified, yet he could not move a muscle.
Crack!!!
With a crisp crack, Yang Junjie's spine snapped. The sound of breaking bone echoed through the night, striking terror into the heart.
Yang Junjie's entire body went limp on the spot, and the light left his eyes.
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