Huang Junchi struck from behind with a punch fast as lightning, aimed from a vicious angle.
He poured every ounce of his Transformation Realm energy into his fists. His punch tore through the air with a piercing whistle.
Wang Tianrui had not guarded against him at all. One moment, he was watching Xiao Shun and the others in the clearing; the next, he felt a bone-chilling gust at his back. He tried to dodge sideways, but it was too late.
Thud!
Huang Junchi's fist, wrapped in surging energy, slammed into Wang Tianrui's back.
The force shattered the channels around his heart. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose like a fountain, and the thick stench of it spread at once.
His body rolled several times before coming to rest. His eyes remained wide open, still holding the shock and unwillingness of his final moment.
Huang Junchi did not let up. He dipped his wrist and turned his fist toward Lin Yuntao beside him.
The punch remained fierce, barely an inch from Lin Yuntao.
The chill carried by its force already stung Lin Yuntao's skin. He was about to follow Wang Tianrui to his death beneath that fist.
At that hair's-breadth moment, a dark figure shot toward them, wind howling in his wake.
Jiang Zhiyong had already seen through Huang Junchi's intentions. While Huang Junchi was killing Wang Tianrui, Jiang Zhiyong seized his chance.
He lunged forward, striking at Huang Junchi to save Lin Yuntao.
Dense Transformation Realm energy gathered in his right fist. With crushing force behind it, he drove it toward Huang Junchi's back, a ruthless, lethal blow.
Huang Junchi frowned, anger rising on his face. The wind of the punch was about to touch his back.
If he insisted on killing Lin Yuntao, Jiang Zhiyong's fist would grievously