One punch, two punches, three punches... ten punches!
Each punch carried with it terrifying Qi Blood Power.
The false core dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The first five punches smashed open the surrounding branches, and the last five punches landed entirely on Tree Lord's chest.
When the tenth punch struck Tree Lord's chest, his eyes dimmed, looking at Qin An with a gaze of despair.
"You cannot kill me..."
"I have the backing of the Demon Hall. If you kill me, the Demon Hall will not spare you!"
At this moment, Tree Lord's entire body, branches withered and yellow like soil, and half of his body shattered like porcelain, with spider web-like cracks spreading all over.
He was about to die.
Such a frightfully costly martial technique, yet Qin An could deliver ten punches consecutively.
If it were in full glory, not even a hundred Qin Ans would be enough for him, but now he was already withered like decaying wood.
