"Boom, boom..."
Astral qi erupted, scattering dirt everywhere as An Ping and the other two shot into the air almost simultaneously.
But they had barely risen a foot when a domineering figure, swift as a thunderbolt, was already upon them. Both hands swept out as though swatting flies.
His great hands tore through the air with a dull roar. Two thuds rang out, and An Ping and Guo Huai jolted as though struck by lightning. Blood sprayed from their mouths, their bones cracked, and they were slapped straight out of the air.
"Aaah..."
An Ping slammed into the ground, sending cracks spreading outward. Heart-rending screams poured from his mouth, his face filled with terror and agony.
That single palm strike had shattered his spine, leaving his lower body without feeling.
Nearby, Guo Huai was screaming too. His spine had likewise been shattered, and he could no longer feel anything below his waist.
Xu Yang! It's Xu Yang! He's already reached marrow cleansing!
Hearing Guo Huai and An Ping's screams, Shen Liang felt his hair stand on end and his scalp go numb.
There was no mistaking those clothes. It was Xu Yang.
He had already escaped more than a dozen yards. He knew it was not because he was faster than An Ping and Guo Huai, but because the masked man had chosen not to kill him.
If it were not Xu Yang, why would he kill An Ping and the others but spare him? Xu Yang must have remembered his earlier warning and spared his life for that kindness. Glancing back, he saw the tall figure still standing where he was, making no move to pursue.
Otherwise, with his marrow-cleansing cultivation, he could have caught up and killed Shen Liang in an instant.
*Thank goodness I never made an