The sea of clouds churned, and a huge, stout figure leaped onto the cliff like a whale breaching the ocean. An incomparably mighty aura swept in with him as he thrust out both palms and shouted, "Die!"
More than a dozen cultivators spat out mouthfuls of bloody mist in unison. Before they could even scream, they tumbled over the cliff.
"Senior!"
He An held one palm upright, as though bracing it against a door, blocking the assault of Fu Cong's massive black iron sword as he cried out in surprise.
"Young friend, I've come to help you!"
The newcomer was none other than Yellow River. He glanced at the other cultivators, who were scrambling aside now that the situation had turned against them, then slammed a fist toward Fu Cong of the Giant Stone Sect.
That single, simple punch stirred the heaven and earth primordial energy into a piercing boom. Before the wind of the punch reached him, Fu Cong's expression changed sharply. With no time to swing his heavy sword up to block, he hastily dodged sideways.
Unfortunately, he was still half a beat too slow. Yellow River's other hand had already touched the vital point at his lower back.
Fu Cong instantly felt his body go numb. His heavy black iron sword fell from his grasp, and, unable to move a muscle, he was hoisted high above Yellow River's head.
With a low roar and bulging eyes, Yellow River seized Fu Cong's chest with one hand and his legs with the other, then tore with all his strength.
An utterly agonized scream rang through the valley, only to cut off abruptly.
Fu Cong was torn bodily in two. Blood poured down, along with his glistening, gurgling entrails, drenching Yellow River from head to foot.
Yellow River instantly became