"The Four Seas Shocking Emperor Finger!"
Yu Yaoguang took a deep breath. She knew from her previous Martial Arts discussions with Fang Shuwen that this finger technique, if it landed, would be devastating.
Seeing it now proved her right.
When the dust settled, not all of the twenty-odd men were dead.
But all of them had been caught in the explosion just moments before.
Some had been turned to dust. Others were lucky enough to survive, but they were worse off than dead.
Shrieks of agony echoed through the air. There were severed arms, severed legs, and even some whose bodies were half-obliterated. Though not dead, they wouldn't live for much longer.
Fang Shuwen stepped forward, his right hand pressed together in a prayerful gesture before his chest, but his eyes held no trace of mercy.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!!
An invisible force slammed down—it was Mercy Does Not Cross!
All who had survived the initial blast perished under this palm strike.
