"No… Please don't do this…"
Shaking in fear, Du Qiuyu's pupils contracted when a fist approached, closing his left eye.
*Pow!*
With a muffled scream, Du Qiuyu was sent flying like a meteor ten meters away! A pit was formed from where he landed. Immediately, he passed out before he could say a single word.
"What… What the hell is happening?"
The rest of the disciples were getting ready to attack Chen Xiaobei. However, they came to a complete stop when they were running halfway. To their dismay, every single one of them had their attention on Du Qiuyu. He was lying right there on the floor with no apparent injuries on his upper and lower body. However, the left side of his head was ripped to shreds with shattered bone around it – like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer. The mixture of flesh, blood, and bones were scattered all around him.
"Oh my goodness… This is horrible…"
