Boom!
The fierce wind howled.
Anyone who had ever crossed fists with Cen Zhuangzhuang knew how vicious his punch could be. As a Body Cultivation practitioner, his sole reliance was his formidable physical body, and this blow was the culmination of perfect distance control and explosive power.
But before his eyes, the seemingly young girl, still with two braids shaped like goat horns, was shockingly turned into a pulp by his punch.
The corpse burst open, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the entire pit red, and pupils contracted as any witness to this scene would likely have their dao heart shattered, including a moment of hesitation in the heart of Cen Zhuangzhuang.
Then, the bereft of conscience, he actually delivered another punch to the corpse!
"Hmph."
As the second punch landed, the already mangled pieces of the corpse responded.
