"Boom!"
His finger struck down, blasting apart the wind and rain. The old man looked as though a colossal hammer had struck him. With his hands crossed, he shot backward, spraying a cloud of bloody mist in midair before he could land. He crashed into a wooden pillar in the living room, then fell to the floor.
The man was a eunuch.
Lian Youming's sense of smell was now keen and his senses extraordinary; he could already smell the urine odor on the man.
An incomplete body naturally suffered leakage.
All the more so when the organ severed was his manhood.
Besides, back overseas, Gan Xuansu had carried the same smell, which Situ Wudi had exposed with a single remark.
"What a pity!"
He, too, inwardly regretted it. Had the accumulated force and momentum not been partly expended on the swordsmen behind him, that finger strike should have killed the old bastard.
At the same time, Lian Youming was somewhat surprised. He had never expected a flash of inspiration-the simple idea of going straight ahead on a single breath-to produce such extraordinary power through the force and momentum of Human Extremity.
As the saying went, strength rose from the ground.
A mere few dozen steps had produced such power. If he walked a thousand steps, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, making a circuit bounded by the mountains, rivers, and earth until he completed a full circle, just how earth-shattering would the accumulated force and momentum and condensed intent become?
It was not impossible.
His understanding of Human Extremity was only preliminary, and what he had grasped was its spirit and intent. It certainly still needed refinement.
Just then, the sound of steel sabers falling behind him drowned out the rain.
Those figures standing frozen and rigid toppled one after another,