Boom!
Xia Ping did not even look at him. He merely extended a finger and lightly touched that enormous fist.
Cook stood over two meters tall, his entire body packed with muscle, his fist as large as a casserole. A punch like that could shatter a meteorite; a mere finger should have been crushed with ease.
Yet when that finger touched his fist, all of Cook's power vanished into thin air. Not even a trace of force could leak out from that spot—it was completely neutralized.
"Danger!"
Cook's hairs stood on end. His sixth sense, honed through years of life-and-death battles, screamed that immense danger was bearing down on him. Not caring about losing face, he immediately fled backward, moving twice as fast as when he had attacked.
But it was already too late.
Xia Ping extended another finger and lightly tapped the air.
Bang!
The next second, Cook's body exploded instantly, torn into pieces like a balloon and reduced to a heap of minced flesh. Blood splattered throughout the restaurant.
However, everyone present was a formidable martial artist. They immediately condensed barriers of mana around themselves, blocking off the blood so that none of it touched them.
What?!
Everyone was horrified, especially the leaders of the major gangs, whose pupils contracted. They knew exactly how terrifying Cook was. Though he was only a True Fire Realm martial artist at the peak stage, he had fought and killed for centuries and possessed immensely rich combat experience. He had even escaped alive from Golden Core Realm cultivators.
A powerhouse like him might not have been able to defeat this Universe Sect true disciple, but he should never have died so easily. Yet now he was dead, unable to escape at all.
"Brother Cook!"
"Damned Yang Budong, I'll kill you!"
"Die, you