Sheng Xiong lay on the ground, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
Yet, his face remained blank and disbelieving, mumbling foolishly.
"How is this possible? How can this be?"
Sheng Xiong had sparred with Song Qiao multiple times, the most recent just a few days prior.
He believed he understood Song Qiao's strength very well.
But today's confrontation had completely shattered his understanding!
He couldn't fathom the power Song Qiao had unleashed.
He kept asking himself, was this still the same Song Qiao from before?
How could he be so damn formidable!
Those watching outside the courtyard were also utterly shocked.
They couldn't believe their eyes either, and some even failed to grasp what had just happened.
Why was the seemingly strong Sheng Xiong suddenly sent flying by Song Qiao?
"How did this guy do it?"
Peering through the fence, Mo Ling stared blankly at Song Qiao inside and mumbled.
Wei Feng gripped the fence, his eyes wide.
He stared at Song Qiao with admiration, shouting like a smitten fan.
"Amazing, boss! That kick just now was f***ing awesome!"
"Hahaha, I knew you'd kill that guy, and look, you did! Hahaha!"
*Crack!*
Sheng Xiong lay on the ground, his hands digging fiercely into the floor beneath him.
Soon, his fingers had pierced through two stone slabs!
His expression turned extremely grim.
Sheng Xiong knew that only one of them would survive today between him and Song Qiao!
If he wanted to live, he had to kill Song Qiao!
With this thought, his fighting spirit surged wildly from within him again.
Even though his clothes were torn and his internal organs were injured,
he mustered his strength, flipped over, and easily leaped to his feet, spitting a mouthful of blood to the side.
"Die!"
With a roar, Sheng Xiong's killing intent swelled, his aura instantly expanding!
His fists, imbued with profound inner energy, charged straight at Song Qiao!
"Be careful!" Mo Ling, watching from outside the wall, screamed upon seeing this.
She knew Sheng Xiong was at the point of no return.
In this state, his punch was surely a fight to the death!
And she could clearly feel the killing intent radiating from Sheng Xiong, it was exploding to the heavens!
On the other hand, Song Qiao had just unleashed his full power, and it was unknown if he could withstand this punch!
In such a situation, it was hard for her not to worry about Song Qiao's safety.
If she were present, she would have definitely intervened to help Song Qiao.
But now, a wall separated them, and she had no opportunity to act, only able to worry in vain!
"Song Qiao!" Mo Ling gritted her teeth and shouted.
Her raised fists couldn't land their blow, only smashing hard against the iron fence in front of her.
At the same time, she hoped Song Qiao could avoid this deadly punch!
Everyone knew Sheng Xiong's attack was extremely perilous.
Song Qiao was naturally aware of this as well.
But he still didn't dodge, standing his ground and waiting for the punch to arrive!
Soon! The whistling fist, carrying infinite killing intent, lunged forward!
The wind whipped his face, his hair dancing wildly.
Then, the fist arrived!
Sheng Xiong's punch, as large as a sandbag, almost covered Song Qiao's entire face.
It even filled his vision!
But at this moment, Song Qiao bent his legs, his entire body suddenly tilting downwards!
The fist's trajectory couldn't be adjusted in time, passing by Song Qiao's head by a hair's breadth.
Sheng Xiong's punch missed, his pupils instantly contracting.
*Puff!*
A muffled grunt squeezed from his throat, and blood gushed again from Sheng Xiong's nose and mouth!
Mixed with fragments of internal organs, his entire face contorted in pain.
Sheng Xiong stared down blankly, discovering that Song Qiao's palm was suspended near his heart!
"Pfft, cough, cough..."
Sheng Xiong opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Because the moment he opened his mouth, another clump of blood and organ fragments filled his throat.
Blood and internal organ fragments mingled, surging out of his mouth like a bursting dam!
These signs indicated that his heart and spleen had been directly shattered by Song Qiao's palm strike!
Song Qiao's hand, still hovering over Sheng Xiong's chest, slowly rotated halfway. A sinister smile touched his lips as he said.
"Go to hell!"
As he finished speaking, Song Qiao exerted force on his shoulder.
Propelling the palm on Sheng Xiong's chest, he violently pushed him backward!
With a *boom*!
Like a wall being pushed by the crowd, Sheng Xiong's massive body collapsed with a crash, falling straight backward!
Song Qiao stood before Sheng Xiong, taking a few deep breaths.
Then he looked down at the fallen Sheng Xiong and said expressionlessly.
"I told you long ago, as long as you are in Modu, you are destined to die by my hand!"
Sheng Xiong lay on the ground, his hands twitching slightly, but he could no longer lift them.
His face was contorted in pain, his eyes mixed with a hint of bewilderment.
It was evident he wanted to say more, opening his mouth.
But the moment he did, his chest cavity was filled with blood and organ fragments pouring in.
Under these circumstances, he couldn't speak any further.
After struggling for a moment, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last!
Sheng Xiong had fallen!
*Hoo...*
Only after personally witnessing Sheng Xiong's death did Song Qiao finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although he had just been through a fierce battle and should be exhausted.
Instead, he felt no weariness, but an unexpected sense of relaxation, both physically and mentally!