Yang Jing's fist shot out without a hint of hesitation, crashing down with the characteristic heavy, ferocious power of the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
In that instant, Shen Lie's pupils dilated. His eyes filled with absolute terror and despair. He wanted to dodge, wanted to scream, but he couldn't even make a sound.
With a sickening THUD, the fist smashed into his head.
Like a ripe watermelon struck by a boulder, Shen Lie's head instantly burst apart. Red and white matter splattered all over the floor, even speckling the nearby wall with grime.
His body, which had been twitching faintly, instantly lost all signs of life and went completely limp.
Yang Jing withdrew his fist, his brow furrowing as he took in the bloody scene. 'I still don't have enough experience with killing,' he thought. 'When time gets tight and complications arise, I get flustered.'
'I was a bit too hasty. This scene is far too brutal.'
