"N-No..."
Hearing Hong Yu's words from behind, the vicious young master's expression changed. A look of horror filled his eyes as he screamed in terror.
But Hong Yu gave him no such chance.
SWOOSH! His figure shot forward like a bolt of Thunder.
A golden flash of lightning coalesced in his palm, crackling with thunder, like the long-brewing wrath of a thunder god.
In an instant, Hong Yu caught up to the young master.
He slammed his palm mercilessly onto the man's shoulder.
"BANG!"
A terrifying burst of energy exploded outward. The golden light was exceptionally brilliant and dazzling, as if a ball of Thunder had struck the ground and detonated.
"WAAH!"
The young master shrieked in pain.
The powerful shockwave sent his body flying. Half of his shoulder was a mangled, bloody mess, charred black, and the faint smell of cooked flesh wafted through the air.
Clutching his shoulder, he screamed incessantly while rolling on the ground.
The surrounding crowd gasped at the sight.
