Blue simply tilted his head a fraction of an inch, letting the fist graze his cheek.
Simultaneously, Blue's hand shot forward, his palm striking Yanlie squarely in the center of the chest.
Thwump!!!
It wasn't a loud impact.
It sounded muffled and contained.
But the damage was catastrophic.
Blue unleashed thousands of microscopic, sharp, prickly needles of condensed Qi directly into Yanlie's torso.
The needles bypassed the Beast Lord's muscular armor entirely, invading his internal meridians, slicing through his spiritual veins like microscopic razors.
Yanlie's eyes went wide.
A sudden spasm tore through his chest.
He staggered backward, his hands flying to his sternum.
He coughed, a thick, dark splatter of blood hitting the mud.
'What is this Qi?!' Yanlie's mind reeled in shock. 'It is not blunt force. It is not fire. It is sharp... like a thousand tiny swords cutting me from the inside. But the cold... why is it so cold?!'
Blue didn't give him time to recover.
