Niu Lang had absolute confidence in his martial soul. Its hardness was practically heaven-defying; he had withstood several blows from a Super Douluo without suffering so much as a scratch.
Before taking this slap, he had fully believed that, with the strength of his martial soul, blocking Qian Cheng's seemingly casual strike would be as easy as pie.
Yet when that immense force truly landed on him, Niu Lang realized in horror just how outrageously wrong he had been!
The power behind that slap was a hundred—no, a thousand times more terrifying than he had imagined.
The next second.
Bang!
A deafening explosion rang out.
The bluestone slabs beneath Niu Lang's feet instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks that spread in every direction.
"How... can it be this strong?"
Only this thought remained in Niu Lang's mind as the tremendous impact instantly blurred his consciousness.
He felt as though his head had been smashed by a towering mountain!
Then it exploded outright!
Scalding blood, brain matter, and shattered bone sprayed everywhere!
Niu Lang's swollen body rapidly shrank like a deflated balloon, returning to its original size.
His headless body crashed heavily to the ground, devoid of any trace of life.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the courtyard, blood gushing from their wounds and gathering into tiny streams.
Those streams merged with the blood of the clan members who had died earlier, forming a dark-red river of stagnant blood across the ground.
Reflected in that river of blood, an expression of utter bewilderment and incomprehension appeared on Tai Heng's battered face.
His clouded eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out, filled with endless confusion and unwillingness.
"Why... why would he do this to our Strength Clan?"
"Just because of those insignificant dead people?"
"People die every