"Bang!"
A sound like a meteor crashing into the earth rang out. Blinding light erupted, and the air twisted with a thunderous roar.
Han Qiankui finally understood why Han Qianzhao had been blasted out of the sky with a single punch. His opponent's strength was terrifying, like that of a tyrannosaurus in human form.
His fists were as hard as high-grade spirit weapons.
And even after unleashing such terrifying strength, his opponent still hadn't revealed his true capabilities. His real aura remained hidden, and not even a trace of blood energy leaked out. Clearly, he still had plenty of strength in reserve.
"Crack!"
The bones in the colliding hand shattered instantly, white fragments piercing through flesh.
Han Qiankui shook violently as though struck by lightning. His internal organs churned like raging rivers and seas, suffering countless ruptures.
"Aah!"
The agony darkened his vision. He let out a piercing scream and was hurled backward.
But Xu Yang still held one of his hands. The moment he flew away, he was dragged right back.
Han Qiankui had barely recovered from the agony when he saw a fist rapidly expanding before his eyes, radiating pressure that suffocated him. "No!"
He let out a shrill, abruptly cut-off cry, able only to watch as that incomparably fierce fist struck his head.
"Bang!"
A cloud of bloody mist exploded. Xu Yang's fist punched straight through Han Qiankui's head, spraying flesh and blood across the sky. Everything above Han Qiankui's neck vanished.
Han Qiankui, a ninth heavenly origin expert, was dead!
"Qiankui..." Han Qianzhao's eyes nearly split with rage.
He had just risen from the ground when he witnessed that scene, terrifying enough to tear his liver and gall apart.
The Third Elder of the Han Family, a supreme expert capable of killing ordinary ninth heavenly origin