Chapter 242: Fierce Tiger, Dead Tiger, Petty Divine General

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Chang Yang's True Qi burst forth in response, his fingers like razor-sharp blades, sweeping horizontally to slice and tear apart his opponent's palm.

Unexpectedly, as his arm moved, the True Qi seemed to sink into the abyss of the sea. His five fingers remained motionless and with a snap, they all broke off.

At the same time, the colossal hammer that was bearing down on him was struck by a fist. The face of the hammer undulated like ripples on water, deeply dented, and the handle flew back as if it had grown wings.

Crack...

A hint of astonishment just flashed in Han Dali's eyes.

When he was struck by the returning head of the hammer.

In the booming explosion.

His face instantly flattened like a pancake, then shattered into fragments, with blood spraying out in a fan shape behind him.

The hammer's remaining force was not yet spent, smashing through his head and flying another twenty feet, before piercing through the wall; where it went after that was anyone's guess.