The man Yang Qing struck with his palm actually twitched slightly across his wooden face. He glanced at Yang Qing as though in disbelief, then crashed to the ground.
That move startled both Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou.
Yang Qing knew no martial arts, so how had he felled a burly man with that single move?
Although the burly man hardly looked normal, there was no denying that Yang Qing had merely given him a light pat, nothing more.
After the man fell, his figure quickly began to fade until he vanished altogether.
It was as though he had never appeared before Yang Qing and the others at all.
Yet Yang Qing had struck that blow with his own hand and watched the man fall with his own eyes.
Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou followed his example, striking the wooden-looking men closing in around them.
What puzzled them was that the men they knocked down remained lying on the ground, showing no sign whatsoever of disappearing.
In other words, only those struck by Yang Qing would vanish?
"Why is that?" Bu Er could not make sense of it.
Yang Qing shook his head. He did not know the reason either.
However, when he looked at the palm that had grown slightly red and swollen from striking the man, his gaze fell on the tiny cut, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"Could it be because of the bloodline?"
Seeing another man approaching him, Yang Qing gave him another light strike with his palm.
After taking Yang Qing's blow, the man fell to the ground. His body soon went from something visible and tangible to an increasingly indistinct shape, until at last it disappeared completely.
Yang Qing sighed softly and stared at the spot where the man had vanished for