He Wuchong was dead; his head had been crushed to pieces. So dead he could never be deader!
Everyone present was stupefied, staring at Qin Heng in utter disbelief and shock.
No one had thought he would be so decisive! Not afraid of the snipers lying in ambush outside at all.
He had acted on the spot! Without any hesitation! He had just crushed He Wuchong's head! Such a ruthless man!
Qin Heng remained impassive, his demeanor calm, as if he had merely stepped on an insignificant ant. He looked indifferently at He Shanyan and said lightly, "Alright, now I've returned him to you."
BANG!
With a light kick, He Wuchong's headless body flew to He Shanyan's feet, blood flowing and soaking his shoes.
"You! You!" He Shanyan trembled with rage. Despite being nearly eighty and relying on his Martial Dao cultivation for strength, witnessing his own grandson's head get crushed caused him to choke on his anger. He spat out blood as he roared, "Do it! Do it! Kill him!!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
