It was only a black flash of light, too fast for normal eyes to see.
In an instant, it shot cleanly through the old man's head and struck the wall behind him, leaving countless cracks in its wake.
Thud!
With a sickening sound, the man collapsed to the ground.
Blood pooled beneath him, spreading like a river.
Jian Ruxue stood frozen, stunned, her mind still struggling to process what she had just witnessed.
Gang Ryeong could barely stay on his feet, violently coughing up blood.
His tattered clothes were soaked in it.
His world was dimming, awash in crimson and crimson alone.
He could see nothing beyond the red.
Just like that, the hunched old man died, without even realizing he was dead.
Gang Ryeong had kept his word.
Against all odds, in this wretched condition, he had done it.
He wanted to grin, but the moment he tried, his internal organs bled in protest.
Cough!
"Ahhhhh—" he turned his face to the ceiling and let out a roar, not of pain, but of triumph.
