A flash of light, and Yang An instantly appeared before Fu Ming, throwing another punch.
The shockwave from this punch, generated by the Drumming Technique, tore straight through Fu Ming's torso. He didn't even have time to react before his body disintegrated, unraveling like countless threads.
The murkiness in Fu Ming's eyes trembled. A sliver of clarity returned to them under the intense impact, but it wasn't enough.
"Junior... Brother..."
He managed to force out two words before his body collapsed, though they were disjointed.
SPLASH... The blood mist condensed into a rain that pattered onto the ground.
Yang An knew he had held back with that strike; Fu Ming shouldn't have died from it.
Sure enough, as the bloody rain hit the ground, it quickly merged with the flesh and blood already seeping up from the earth.
To Yang An's surprise, after the flesh and blood fused with the bloody water from Fu Ming's disintegrated body, it all reformed into his appearance.
