"The Young Master is waiting for you in the Underworld!"
Xu Yang thrust out both palms, which he had been charging for some time. The surging True Qi blasted the air, letting out a muffled roar like crashing tidal waves.
Zhang Sishui's pupils constricted violently, his face a mask of horror. He never imagined that the man before him wasn't Xu Zheng, but a master assassin here to kill him.
He wanted to counterattack, to defend, but he had been too concerned about his son and had pulled the man right in front of him. The distance was far too close. By the time he realized something was wrong, his opponent's palms were already inches away. All he could do was try to retreat and create distance while frantically mobilizing True Qi to his chest.
But it was too late. He had barely begun to move when two palms, crackling with immense Force, slammed heavily into his chest.
"BAM!"
"CRACK!"
