Rain pattered against the ground, each drop striking like a blow to the hearts of everyone around, leaving them chilled.
Every heart seemed to clench as they watched the girl in the middle of the street, holding a man in his sixties aloft with one hand. Not a soul dared make a sound; no one even dared breathe.
What was a martial arts grandmaster? In the martial world, a grandmaster represented invincibility—a living legend. Unless two grandmasters fought to the death or the military deployed heavy weapons to surround and annihilate one, there was no danger to their lives. They could run rampant without fear.
Yet at that very moment, a martial arts grandmaster was being held like a dead dog, and the one holding him was a girl not yet eighteen.
Luo Tang had been famous in the martial world for years, his renown surpassing that of ordinary grandmasters. Yet he had been defeated with a single move. How could that not chill everyone to the bone?
Luo Tang noticed the gazes fixed on him from all around, and couldn't help feeling humiliated. Ever since he began practicing martial arts, he had long since set life and death aside, but in the end, he had never seen through fame and fortune.
Decades of wind and rain, a fearsome reputation won with his life on the line—gone in a single day!
That hurt Luo Tang even more than being killed outright.
"Cough..."
Rage overwhelmed him, sending his blood surging the wrong way. Luo Tang's eyes reddened, and a thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"West of the city... twenty li."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, the muscles in Luo Tang's chest bulged. A sharp crack rang out, like a taut tendon snapping, and