Bang!
Crack!
The ferocious force of the punch shattered the protective astral energy and slammed into the Ghost Tower Lord's chest. Amid the teeth-grating sound of bones breaking, blood gushed from his mouth, mixed with fragments of his organs.
His clothes burst apart, his sturdy chest caved in, and the terrifying force bent his body double, driving him deep into the ground.
Soil surged on all sides, rippling like the surface of water.
The dazzling radiance faded, and the surging astral energy settled with it.
Embedded in the earth, the Ghost Tower Lord had already lost the light in his eyes. His aura weakened rapidly. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only vomit great mouthfuls of blood.
Xu Yang spread his fingers and hauled him out of the ground. His body slumped onto the earth like a heap of mud.
A few breaths later, Xu Yang had stripped him of all his banknotes, and his blood energy had faded to nothing.
The Ghost Tower Lord was dead!
Xu Yang strode over and picked up the fallen Spirit Weapon. Raising his head to look toward Azure Sun City, he finally suppressed the urge to storm the Ghost Tower and retrieve his spirit iron.
The Ghost Tower's shopkeeper was also a Heavenly Origin Martial Artist. Without using astral energy, Xu Yang could not defeat him quickly.
The city's major Lineages all had Heavenly Origin Martial Artists, and the Violet Sun Gate stationed Heavenly Origin Martial Artists in Azure Sun City year-round. If anyone lent a hand, he would no longer be able to conceal himself.
Then, even setting Han Yingjie and Jiang Wang aside, the power behind the Ghost Tower was not something he could afford to provoke. Killing the Ghost Tower Lord had more or less vented his resentment