Wu Zhong, seeing the situation, his gaze suddenly sharpens, like a cold glint flashing across the night sky, keen and alert.
His posture remained steady and unhurried, effortlessly shifting to one side, his movents smooth and natural as if rging seamlessly with the surrounding air, cleverly evading Shi Maoyan’s fierce onslaught.
At the very mont he sidestepped, his right palm shot up with lightning speed, Inner Strength surging within his palm like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The overwhelming Inner Strength burst forth with a terrifying montum, and with a "whoosh" sound, fiercely t Shi Maoyan’s Palm Force head-on. A deafening "boom" suddenly erupted, resembling thunder rumbling at the edge of the sky, shaking the earth.
The Palm Forces of the two collided violently in mid-air, unleashing an overpowering shockwave that left one breathless.
This shockwave, centered on the two, spread swiftly outward like a detonated bomb.
The surrounding air seed to be drawn out by an invisible giant hand, plunging into a montary deathly silence, only to rebound fiercely, producing a "buzzing" sound of intense vibration, as if the whole world was groaning in agony under this force.
At this mont, the power of both reached a peak confrontation, and the surrounding air could no longer withstand this extre pressure, being torn apart to form visible cracks.
The cracks flickered with eerie, deep blue light, seeming to connect to another mysterious world, exuding a chilling aura.
Snowflakes whirled madly in the air, like a swarm of lost sprites, helplessly drifting in this breathtaking battle. They seed to be dancing to the fight, but in truth, appeared so small and fragile under the ravaging force, ready to be crushed into dust at any mont.
However, amid this heated clash, Wu Zhong’s sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, suddenly caught a trace of panic flashing in Shi Maoyan’s gaze.
This trace of panic, though as brief as a teor streaking across a night sky, did not escape Wu Zhong’s notice.
In an instant, his heart stirred, and his years of experience navigating the Jianghu allowed him to imdiately grasp his opponent’s intent.
It turned out, although Shi Maoyan’s offensive appeared exceptionally fierce and every move was deadly, it was in fact strong on the outside but weak on the inside. His Inner Strength was like a stream about to dry up, nearly exhausted. The prior strike was already the last effort of a spent force, the limit of his whole strength.
Wu Zhong seized this fleeting, perfect opportunity, a hint of excitent and resoluteness flashed in his eyes, like burning flas, full of fighting spirit and determination.
His figure leapt forth like a tiger rushing down from the peak of a mountain, with unstoppable, majestic montum, instantly surging forward. His palms were raised high, the golden light in his palms shining more dazzlingly, like two golden suns hanging high in the sky, emitting a scorching and brilliant radiance.
These palms carried a mountain-crushing power, making a "whoosh" sound. Under this force’s pressure, the air produced a sharp whistle, striking fiercely towards Shi Maoyan.
Upon seeing this, Shi Maoyan’s face, initially pale due to spent Inner Strength, turned ghostly white as paper, devoid of any color.
Fear and despair filled his eyes as he saw the Death God’s icy hands reaching for him.
He wanted to dodge, to escape this deadly strike, but at that mont, his body, rendered sluggish by exhausted Inner Strength, was bound as if by heavy chains, and it was too late for any action.
With a resounding "bang," Wu Zhong’s palms struck Shi Maoyan’s chest solidly.
This imnse power was like a powerful bomb exploding in Shi Maoyan’s chest, instantly crushing his chest bones to pieces.
"Crack," several sharp sounds rang out, exceptionally harsh—this was the sound of life shattering.
Shi Maoyan, like a kite with a broken string, was thrown backward by the impact of this mighty force.
He traced an arc in the air, like a fallen teor, crashing heavily against the city wall behind him.
With a "thud," the city wall trembled under the huge impact, collapsing with a crash.
The bricks and stones on the wall fell one after another, making a "crackling" sound.
A mouthful of blood spurted from Shi Maoyan like a fountain, tracing a poignant and sorrowful blood line in the air, marking a cruel end to his life. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and in despair, his body suffered severe trauma, with bones breaking one after another, emitting a "crackling" sound.
Ultimately, amidst the unwillingness and pain, Shi Maoyan slowly closed his eyes, tragically dying beneath the cold and ruthless city wall.
Shi Fengli witnessed his beloved subordinate Shi Maoyan’s tragic death on the spot, his eyes opened wide like two burning spheres about to ignite, with raging fury blazing madly within, as if intending to burn Flying Tiger Pass to ashes.
His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by an angry roar, like the howl of a trapped beast, filled with endless anger and sorrow.
Driven by these intense emotions, he suddenly exerted force, his figure soaring high like an eagle taking flight, carrying a montum of unrivaled ferocity. In the air, his body transford into a shadowy figure, carrying a terrifying force to destroy all, rushing straight at Qi izhen. With his swift movent, even the air crackled with the sound of gusty Palm Wind.
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