In a flash, the Summit of Zhengtian Kui Mountain fell deathly silent, as if even the wind had frozen in that instant.
Almost everyone stared with horror at the iron-cast arena above. Before their eyes, the body of a middle-aged man, his face a mask of intense disbelief, slowly went limp. He slumped onto the platform with a soft, dull thud, but the sound hammered against their hearts, causing their eyes to narrow and their breath to catch.
"This, this..." Bai Bin, Captain Pei, and many others stared dumbfounded at the scene, at the lifeless corpse of Duan Jingshan. They shivered uncontrollably, their eyes filled with incredulity and sheer terror.
That was Duan Jingshan! The most outstanding successor of Huadao Fort's previous generation, an expert who had reached the heights of the Innate Stage. What prestige he had held, what a lofty status! And now, he was actually killed by a single palm strike?
