There was no sound of impact.
No sound of bones shattering.
The struck Xie Tian didn't get sent flying backward either.
Shen Wushuang's right palm merely passed through Xie Tian's body and emerged behind his back.
There was no blood, no flesh, no bones splattering everywhere.
It was as if Shen Wushuang's palm had hit nothing, and also as if the flesh and bones that had come into contact with that palm had vanished from this heaven and earth the instant they were touched, without a trace.
Retracting his right palm, Shen Wushuang was still staring at God's back, listening to God's wild laughter, savoring the pain his son was inflicting on him by every means possible.
Pop…
With a soft chime, the frozen space-time in front of Shen Wushuang burst like a water bubble.
At the instant it burst, the Xie Tian who had been suspended in midair suddenly curled up like a boiled shrimp, tearing through the air as he was blasted backward.
Pu pu pu pu pu…
