Boom.
The world spun upside down; all living things tumbled.
It seemed even the moonlight trembled beneath that punch.
The Snow Wolf King, who had relied on his Bloodline of the Wolf God, cried out in alarm, "Disperse..."
Before the word "Immortal" could leave its mouth,
The punch had already landed squarely on its forehead.
There was no earth-shattering noise, nor any blood.
The Snow Wolf King melted away like ice under the sun, dissolving into nothingness.
The guards and followers behind it howled in shock and rage.
But after the punch dissipated the Snow Wolf King, its true power began to show—an invisible shockwave spread out violently, sweeping over the remaining giant wolves.
These wolves, as if struck by a Paralysis Spell, all froze in place.
A gust of wind blew by, and they all turned to dust.
One punch.
All the giant wolves were annihilated.
Silence fell upon the scene.
Wu Qing and all the villagers watched, dumbfounded.
