The immensely powerful palm strike Chu He had just delivered surged forth as if it could topple mountains and overturn seas.
The wind from the strike howled past. Wherever it went, the air seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, letting out a piercing shriek.
The palm strike landed squarely on Qu Yuxiu.
In an instant, Qu Yuxiu was sent flying backward like a kite with a severed string,
crashing heavily onto the roof of a car.
The immense force of the impact instantly caved in and twisted the car's roof.
The metal frame let out a sickening groan,
as if it were about to buckle and fall apart under the strain.
Qu Yuxiu's body was embedded in the wreckage. Blood gushed from his wounds like an uncontrolled fountain,
trickling down the windshield and doorframe.
The crimson stains glistened under the sun with an eerie, jarring light,
dripping to the ground to form a small pool. The nauseating stench of blood filled the air.
