BANG!
CRACK!
The ferocious Fist Strength shattered the Protective Gang Yuan and slammed heavily into the Ghost Tower Master's chest. Amidst the sickening sound of cracking bones, blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs gushed from his mouth.
His clothes exploded outward as his sturdy chest caved in. The terrifying Force bent his body, embedding him deep into the ground.
The surrounding soil churned, rippling like the surface of water.
The blinding brilliance dissipated, and the surging Gang Yuan subsided.
Embedded in the earth, the Ghost Tower Master's eyes had lost their light, his aura rapidly weakening. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but could only spit out mouthfuls of blood.
Xu Yang reached out, plucking him from the ground. The man's body collapsed, as limp as a heap of mud.
A few breaths later, Xu Yang had stripped him of his silver banknotes, and the man's last breath had faded.
The Ghost Tower Master was dead!
