The punch slammed squarely into Shao Xiaozhan's chest.
But amplified by three layers of [Origin Violence], its shock wave was devastating.
Shao Xiaozhan's entire body sank into a deep crater, flattened as though a massive boulder had crushed him.
Qin Siyang drew a deep breath and pulled back his fist. He stared at Shao Xiaozhan, whose body no longer looked human, and silently waited for his heartbeat to stop for good.
A little while later, footsteps sounded in the distance.
Duan Chongfang walked over.
Qin Siyang asked, "You finished?"
"Yes. You certainly wrapped things up fast over here."
Qin Siyang glanced at Duan Chongfang. "What, you thought I couldn't beat him?"
"Judging by how furious you looked earlier, I thought you'd take the moral high ground first and give him a proper tongue-lashing, so he'd at least know why he was dying." Duan Chongfang glanced at the now lifeless Shao Xiaozhan. "I didn't expect you to skip the argument entirely and go straight for the kill."
"Argue?" Qin Siyang laughed at that. "If we really had anything left to say to each other, we should have said it before the fighting started."
"Once it comes to blows, what's left to argue about?"
Qin Siyang raised his foot and kicked Shao Xiaozhan's slightly misshapen forehead again, ensuring there would be no possibility of reading his memories.
"Killing is killing. What do right and wrong have to do with it? Whoever survives is right!"
Duan Chongfang nodded. "My thoughts exactly. By the way, has the other person you called in not finished fighting yet?"
Qin Siyang glanced outside the eerily quiet hall. "Shao Xiaozhan's dead. Nothing else matters. Let's wait for her."
On the lawn outside the Shao Family's hall, Shao Yanhu stood motionless, as though nailed to the spot.
Cold sweat