181: One Hit

Mu Zhan's ferocious, cruel grin, like he was looking at a dead man, instantly froze completely.

It was replaced by an unbelievable horror.

He felt as if his punch, which was strong enough to collapse city walls and shatter mountains, had landed on a bottomless giant profound iron mountain.

Not only did it fail to shake the opponent in the slightest, but a powerful, irresistibly cold and fierce rebound force surged back along his arm, causing his entire arm bone to groan under the strain, his blood to churn violently, and a sweet taste to rise in his throat.

A cold glint, like a frigid wind from the polar regions, finally flashed across Mo Yuhan's eyes, which were as deep as the night sky.

"Scram."

A word as cold as if it had been fished out of the Nine Nether Cold Spring, clearly echoed in the deathly silent hall.

Before the words had even faded, Mo Yuhan's left hand, which was gripping Mu Zhan's fist, suddenly tightened.

Like five terrifying steel pincers, it instantly erupted with a bone-grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

Mu Zhan felt as if his fist was about to be crushed alive.

At the same time, Mo Yuhan's right hand moved.

Fast! Faster than the limit of visual capture, like a black lightning bolt.

In the instant Mu Zhan's guard was wide open due to extreme pain and shock, Mo Yuhan's right palm had already, like Gui Mei, lightly imprinted itself on his unguarded, muscular chest.

This palm strike seemed soft and powerless, not even carrying the slightest sound of wind, like a lover's gentle caress.

However, the moment that fair hand made contact—

"Boom—! ! ! !"

A powerful, irresistible force, like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years suddenly erupting, erupted without reservation.

The formidable Dou Qi of a Peak Three-Star Da Dou Shi, compressed and condensed into a small area, poured out like the most violent enraged dragon.

"Puff—! ! !"

Mu Zhan's burly and strong body was like being directly hit by a ten-thousand-pound giant hammer flying at high speed.

The dull, heart-shattering sound of his breastbone cracking, "Kacha Kacha," was clearly audible.

The horror on his face instantly turned into extreme pain and bewilderment, his eyeballs bulging out due to the immense impact, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

A mouthful of hot blood mixed with a large amount of internal organ fragments gushed out like a fountain, drawing a tragic blood-red arc in the air.

He, like a broken puppet with severed strings, flew backward at a speed even swifter and more violent than when he came.

"Bang! ! ! Crash—Boom—! ! !"

A series of deafening roars!

Mu Zhan's body first slammed like a cannonball into a giant blue and white porcelain vase, about a person's height, used as decoration in the corner of the hall.

That priceless and incredibly hard precious porcelain instantly shattered like paper, turning into a sky full of sharp, cold-glowing porcelain shards.

With undiminished momentum, Mu Zhan's body, carrying a large amount of fragments, then heavily smashed against the hard load-bearing wall behind him.

The entire wall trembled violently, emitting a teeth-aching groan, and a clear human-shaped indentation suddenly appeared, with thick, cobweb-like cracks spreading wildly from the indentation.

Mu Zhan, like mud with all its bones removed, softly collapsed amidst the scattered porcelain shards, covered in blood, with wounds of all sizes visible to the bone. He lay motionless, only the extremely faint rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still holding on to his last breath, but his aura was already like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

The entire hall fell into a suffocating deathly silence!

One could hear a pin drop!

Time seemed to freeze.

Everyone seemed to have been subjected to petrification magic, maintaining their previous movements, staring dumbfounded at everything that had happened in a flash of lightning.

One second ago, the Mu family's evil star was still overwhelmingly fierce and arrogant, but the next second he turned into a bloody, unrecognizable mess, his life unknown.

Dou Shi Peak's Mu Zhan… was… instantly killed by one palm?!

Like swatting a buzzing fly?!

Countless gazes, filled with extreme shock, horror, disbelief, and deep-seated awe, instantly focused on the black-robed youth who was still holding Ya Fei's arm, his expression as calm as if he had just casually dusted himself off.

Liu Ling's crystal wine glass fell to the mirror-smooth obsidian floor with a "pat" sound, shattering into pieces, and the crimson wine splashed out like blood, staining the hem of his silver-white robe.

The composure, dignity, and a hint of schadenfreude and disdain on his face had long disappeared, leaving only deep fear and profound apprehension.

One palm! Just one palm!

He crippled a notoriously fierce Dou Shi Peak?!

This strength… definitely a Great Dou Shi!

And it's definitely not as simple as just entering Great Dou Shi; at least Samsung and above.

This guy… he was actually hiding so deeply?!

A cold chill instantly rushed from Liu Ling's soles straight to the top of his head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Nalan Yanran's clear eyes were also filled with unprecedented shock, her cherry lips slightly parted, as she looked at Mo Yuhan's calm, unruffled profile, as if she was truly meeting this youth from Wutan City for the first time.

The terrifying power displayed with such understatement completely overturned her previous understanding.

Ya Fei's beautiful eyes were even wider, her red lips slightly parted, enough to fit a cherry.

Her arm, linked with Mo Yuhan's, unconsciously tightened, her full and proud bosom almost embedding into Mo Yuhan's arm, feeling the terrifying power capable of destroying mountains and breaking peaks contained within that seemingly slender body. Her peach blossom eyes instantly burst forth with dazzling brilliance, as if she had discovered a rare treasure, almost dripping with water as her gaze flowed.

Not only did she not feel the slightest fear, but a strong, almost trembling sense of pride and an even more surging possessiveness welled up within her.

This man is hers! And can only be hers!

"Bastard! Lawless! How dare you act wildly and violently in my residence?!"

A roar like an enraged lion suddenly broke the suffocating deathly silence.

Nalan Jie's hair and beard bristled, and the majestic pressure of a Dou King level erupted like a tangible tsunami, instantly enveloping the entire hall.

The air seemed to solidify, and the heavy pressure made all the guests feel difficulty breathing! His face was ashen, and his eyes burned with raging anger, clearly showing he was truly enraged.

Mu Zhan's action in his residence was already deserving of death, and he never expected this scoundrel to be so vulnerable, almost ruining his meticulously prepared banquet, and even more, losing face for his Nalan Family in front of everyone.

"Guards!"

Nalan Jie pointed at the bloody, unrecognizable Mu Zhan in the corner, whose life was unknown, and sternly shouted to the Nalan Family's elite guards who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, "Take this reckless, disgraceful thing away for me! Immediately send him back to the Mu family! Tell that old scoundrel Mu Chen to properly discipline this good-for-nothing grandson!

If he dares to be so presumptuous again, don't blame me for disregarding the generational friendship between our two families and personally cleaning up his household!"

The voice contained a biting killing intent that made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

Several Nalan Family guards, with steady auras and considerable strength, quickly stepped forward, carefully avoiding the horrifying wounds. Like carrying a fragile piece of porcelain, they lifted the blood-soaked Mu Zhan and quickly and silently exited the hall.

Leaving behind a messy floor of shattered porcelain, shocking bloodstains, and an eerily deathly silent atmosphere.