Boom——
The body... no,
the junior brother was casually thrown under the tree.
Completely motionless, unconscious.
Muscles torn, every pore in his body seemed to be stretched open, every tendon stretched to its limit, many of them even beginning to crack, and several bulging cracks had burst open on the skin.
Eerily, not a single drop of blood flowed from those cracks and stretched wounds.
Just skin and flesh rolling, face pale as gold paper. For Jiang Feng to have endured this long with his physical strength was already a blessing; had Demon Night True Monarch's control of power been even slightly inferior, Jiang Feng would have hardly escaped death.
Her expression unchanged, she had seen this sort of situation more than once.
She vaguely remembered that two years ago, this youngster had attempted to abuse his fiancée and ended up getting beaten to death by Yan Yurou, and it was ultimately Demon Night True Monarch who had to clean up the mess.
