That punch came like a shooting star streaking down, dazzling and brilliant, wreathed in a blaze of purple fire!
Jin Xiulong had nowhere left to retreat and nowhere to dodge. He could only brace himself and meet it with a palm, his face twisted into a hideous grimace.
As the young master of White Jade Valley, and someone who had broken through to the Spirit Gathering Realm long ago, he was naturally proud to the extreme. When had anyone ever beaten him down like this?
With a muffled thud, Zhou Heng's punch broke straight through Jin Xiulong's guard and slammed into his chest.
Jin Xiulong's body shuddered. The blow sent him flying horizontally through the air, and after tracing an arc across the sky, he crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled to his feet, coughing repeatedly as blood spilled from his mouth.
His face first turned bright red, then deathly pale. Jin Xiulong stepped forward and pointed at Zhou Heng, managing only to say, "You—" before he pitched forward and hit the ground with a thump. He didn't get up again.
"Long'er!" Jin Tengyi roared and rushed toward Jin Xiulong. This time, Lin Jianchen didn't stop him, because Jin Xiulong had already breathed his last.
Purple Fire Heart-Burning. Dead!
"You little beast, I'll make you pay for this blood debt with blood! I'll kill every last person surnamed Zhou!" Jin Tengyi's old face brimmed with murderous rage. He had only two sons. His younger son had been killed by Zhou Heng a few months ago, and now he never would have imagined that his eldest son would die at Zhou Heng's hands too. The hatred filled him to the brim!
The old man lunged forward, the wind howling around him as though he would tear the very air apart.