Wu Mingjiang swept a kick at Mo Yun.
The power behind that kick made everyone in the hall pale.
Mo Yun neither dodged nor retreated.
He merely raised his right fist, circulated his dark force, and met it with a casual punch.
Boom!
Fist collided with leg!
A thunderous, muffled crash erupted in the Meeting Hall!
Waves of force surged outward, overturning every table, chair, and bench in the hall. Plaster rained down from the walls.
A figure flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slammed into the wall hard enough to leave a human-shaped dent, then bounced off and fell to the floor.
It was Wu Mingjiang.
He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, staining the front of his robes red. He lay on the floor, twitching like a fish out of water, unable to rise.
This time, Mo Yun had used more strength than before.
Wu Mingjiang felt as though all his organs had been knocked out of place. A searing pain burned through his chest.
His right leg twisted at a grotesque angle. His shinbone had snapped, and a small length of broken bone pierced through his flesh, a horrifying sight.
"Y-you... how are you so strong?!"
Wu Mingjiang's eyes bulged wider than an ox's. Disbelief covered his face, and his voice was so hoarse he could barely speak.
"D-didn't you just break through to dark force? This strength... this strength is clearly..."
Mo Yun frowned and interrupted him. "Haven't you heard of exceptional talent? Of being born with divine strength?"
"E-exceptional talent?"
Wu Mingjiang froze.
"Pff..."
He spat out another great mouthful of blood, then wilted completely.
At that moment, he finally believed it.
He believed Mo Yun could kill an Iron-Scaled Beast.
What Wu Mingjiang did not know was that Mo Yun was still