Mr. Meng approached Horn step by step, each footfall causing the ground to tremble violently. When he was just five meters away, he charged forward with explosive force. The ground shattered beneath him, sending debris flying in all directions. The house quaked, Su Cheng's portrait fell to the floor, and fine cracks spiderwebbed across the coffin.
The lower-ranked members of the Su family turned pale, some even coughing up blood. Yang Xuan, his martial arts circulating within him, barely managed to stabilize himself, his face contorted with anticipation. Su Quan, watching intently, was eager to see Horn suffer at Mr. Meng's hands.
"Boy, with this punch, I'm going to blast your right arm off," Mr. Meng sneered. "You're lucky the young master wants you alive; otherwise, you'd be dead by now."
Mr. Meng's right fist, imbued with the power of the giant ape phantom behind him, shot towards Horn's right arm with a blinding light. The sheer force caused the ground around Horn to sink. As others watched with mocking eyes, Horn casually extended his right palm.
"You're overestimating yourself!" Mr. Meng scoffed, confident that Horn would be powerless against him.
Yang Xuan, Su Quan, and the rest of the Su family prepared to revel in Horn's impending defeat. But when the punch landed, a dull thud echoed as Horn remained unmoved, his expression cold and unflinching.
Panic washed over Mr. Meng. The moment his fist met Horn's palm, the destructive power he had summoned vanished into nothingness, absorbed without a trace. He attempted to retreat, but Horn was quicker, seizing Mr. Meng's right fist with his hand.
"That was your mighty punch? Looks like you've been skipping meals," Horn taunted.
With a sudden, violent yank, Horn tore Mr. Meng's right arm clean off. Blood sprayed into the air as Horn casually tossed the arm aside. It exploded mid-air, scattering in a shower of blood. The giant ape phantom trembled, mirroring Mr. Meng's mutilation.
Yang Xuan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Instead of witnessing Horn's arm being destroyed, he saw Mr. Meng's arm torn off in an instant. The reality of Horn's power began to sink in—his cultivation level far surpassed anything they had imagined.
Mr. Meng stifled his screams, retreating as quickly as he could, but he was already outmatched. Horn calmly raised his hand and commanded, "The wind is coming!"
A powerful gust swept through the mourning hall, blinding everyone with dust. When they could see again, Mr. Meng was suspended in mid-air, bound by ropes of wind, the giant ape phantom behind him dissipated.
Fear took hold of Yang Xuan and Su Quan, both realizing that any resistance was futile.
Horn, his voice cold and merciless, addressed the captive Mr. Meng, "When you helped them extract my bones, did you ever imagine you'd end up like this?"
With a single slap from Horn, Mr. Meng's face caved in, blood splattering from the impact. Horn then drew his fingers together, slicing pieces of flesh from Mr. Meng's body, one by one. Mr. Meng's agonized screams filled the air, but Horn was far from done.
"Can't handle it, Meng Laogou? The fun's just starting!" Horn sneered, jumping into the air to stand before the suspended man. Without hesitation, he plunged his hand into Mr. Meng's body, ripping out a rib in a sickening display of power.
Mr. Meng's scream was hoarse, his face twisted in excruciating pain, while Horn, his hand stained with blood, methodically exacted his vengeance.
Below, Yang Xuan, Su Quan, and the others watched in terror as Horn slowly, brutally, dismantled Mr. Meng. This was no ordinary revenge—it was a methodical, demonic punishment, revealing Horn as a force of unimaginable power. In his hands, Mr. Meng, once a formidable mid-stage Sky Control Realm expert, was reduced to nothing more than a broken, helpless victim.