Shi Qing felt utterly humiliated at that moment. Hissing breaths escaped his throat, and his eyes brimmed with venom.
He swore that once his injuries healed, he would make Zhou Chen pay a terrible price. He would torture Zhou Chen to death-no, he would kill his entire family along with him.
Looking at Shi Qing's twisted, distorted face, Zhou Chen's gaze turned icy. Since he had already struck, he had never intended to leave Shi Qing alive!
When Shi Qing saw the killing intent suddenly flare in Zhou Chen's eyes, a chill shot through his heart.
He couldn't help screaming inwardly: Could Zhou Chen really dare to kill me? No, how dare he? He wouldn't dare!
But the thought had barely surfaced when he felt Zhou Chen's large hands, clamped over his face, suddenly tighten-
Splat.
It was like crushing a watermelon!
Unleashing his full strength, Zhou Chen crushed Shi Qing's head to pieces with his bare hands.
Blood sprayed everywhere. A red-and-white chunk even splattered onto the face of Xia Min, who stood beside them, dumbstruck. It slowly slid down her face, leaving a sticky trail, before dropping with a plop into the wine cup before her, instantly staining the clear wine pink.
Xia Min shuddered involuntarily and raised her slender, delicate fingers to touch the sticky blood on her face.
Looking at the crimson spreading over her fingertips, she felt waves of dizziness wash over her.
She had thought this young fellow, who had only just become a Second-Rank Martial Artist, would be strung up and beaten by Shi Qing. Who could have imagined that he would kill Shi Qing with a single move?
The handsome, gentle youth of a moment ago now seemed like a demonic god, terrifying killing intent radiating from his entire body.
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