He then softly collapsed to the ground.
His head was already unnaturally twisted, with no breath left.
"Is this the innate divine strength?"
The dozen or so experts who followed Constable Xiahou Le all looked at Constable Xiahou Le's corpse, each waking from a great dream, recalling the tales of Su Juxia's legendary father from their childhood.
In the eyes of those who nestled in the county, making a living with the constable, they had never seen such a domineering blow with their own eyes.
Instinctively, they drew their swords, but everyone was fearful and timid, retreating desperately from Su Ping's avatar.
Su Ping's avatar clenched the right hand that had slapped out.
It still felt quite good.
Moreover, the fragility of these people in front of him was even worse than he expected.
At least from Su Juxia's memories, the constables decades ago weren't so fragile.
