Bang!
The ground shook, the starry sky exploded, and Ye Xuan's raised right fist violently struck Nuwa's face. The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally grating, with sprays of golden blood splattering across Ye Xuan's face, making him appear terrifying and frightening.
Bang!
One punch!
Bang bang!
Two punches!
Bang bang bang!
Three punches!
...
Ruthless and vicious, the fist radiance roared to the sky as Ye Xuan swung his fists incessantly, pounding downwards, Nuwa's head was smashed flat, making it impossible to discern its original form. Broken bone debris and blood scattered across the land, this extreme brutality of slaughter was shocking and terrifying.
"All those years ago, you killed Xue Ji. She was the sole disciple of Liu Baiyi, my lifelong friend, and today's punch is for Xue Ji, my junior nephew."
Bang!
Ye Xuan roared insanely, a punch pierced Nuwa's body, and the gushing blood drenched him entirely.
