His large, heavy palm caught the cultivator by his throat, the sheer forward momentum of his strike driving the thin human male straight through the stone rear wall of the platform.
The solid rock exploded into fragments, throwing a massive cloud of gray dust and debris across the high stage.
"Elder Shen!" Wang's growl echoed from within the dust cloud.
Elder Shen, who was trying to crawl down the side steps of the platform to escape, froze in place, his body shaking so hard he fell onto his stomach.
Wang stepped out from the gray dust, his left hand still holding the gray-robed cultivator by the neck.
The male was covered in blood, his black eyes wide with terror, his legs dangling weakly in the air as his spiritual core began to crack under the pressure of Wang's grip.
With a sudden, brutal flex of his fingers, Wang snapped the cultivator's neck, tossing the limp, empty body onto the stone floor boards like a sack of garbage.
