Unfortunately for him, Ye Qing never intended to dodge the attack. He allowed Xiang Weilong’s palm strike to land on his chest—not budging even a little as it did—and slammed his dodged punch into Xiang Weilong’s shoulder.0

Crack!0

Unable to withstand the weight of Ye Qing’s attack, that entire half of Xiang Weilong’s body let out a sickening, loud crack. The man himself was nailed into the ground as his meridians and bodily points came undone.0

“Cough! Cough!” Xiang Weilong spat out a mouthful of blood before pleading, “You… you can’t kill me. My dad is the Dragonmount Duke. If you kill me, then you will die as well!”1

“Hah…”0

Ye Qing’s only response was a cold, mirthless chuckle. He spread his fingers wide, grabbed Xiang Weilong’s shoulder, and pushed.0

Boom boom boom!0

Thunderclaps erupted deep below the earth, and the ground within a hundred meters of the duo split into web-like cracks....0