Shock, fury, and overwhelming hatred flashed in Shi Wenshan's eyes.
He never would have imagined that the young fisherman he'd been meticulously plotting to surround and kill would dare to strike first, ambushing him alone on this stormy, snowy night!
"It's me."
Chen Qing's voice carried through the wind and snow, so calm it was without a ripple, yet colder than the freezing night itself. "Master Shi, the road to the Yellow Springs is long. I've come to see you on your way."
"You're courting death!"
Shi Wenshan roared.
He ignored the excruciating pain in his left arm as the muscles in his right arm suddenly swelled with power. His tendons and bones rang out in unison, releasing a dull, thunderous crack. His arm had become like a giant, red-hot iron hammer!
BOOM!
As the fist descended, it let out a piercing shriek!
