"Kneel!"
Iron Ruler Pass's front courtyard.
As Ma Yan leaped out, a surge of energy traveled up the "Thunderous Drum Hammer," weighing dozens of pounds, through its body and into the arm of its wielder.
The battle-hardened warrior of Iron Ruler Pass felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
The hand gripping the hammer handle sweated out droplets of crimson blood, and as if shocked by electricity, he was forced to cast away his weapon.
His entire body, like a cannonball, whistled as it was hurled backward, smashing hard onto a flowerbed in the courtyard.
"Bang!"
The flowerbed shattered into pieces, earth and bricks flew in all directions, hitting several house servants who cried out in pain as they fell to the ground.
Suddenly, all was quiet.
Zhao Douan, who had taken a step back early to protect Ma Yan, felt a twitch in his eyelid.
He truly sensed the gap in martial prowess.
