Chapter 53: Of Ten Draws, Seven Taken
Hearing his elder brother’s miserable scream, Li Qing jolted awake from his sleep. A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
His body coiled like a drawn bow. In a single motion, he burst through the night and shot forward at blinding speed.
The moment he saw the shadow whose form and appearance were identical to Li Shun, his pupils shrank sharply. Yet his hands did not slow in the slightest.
His left foot stomped down violently, bringing his charge to an abrupt halt.
The bricks beneath his feet shattered inch by inch. Borrowing the force of that momentum, he sank his waist, locked his hips, and threw a punch.
The edge of his fist seemed to carry a sharp, sword-like intent, tearing through the air itself. A piercing explosion rang out midair as the blow struck squarely into the shadow’s chest.
The force of the punch surged forth. The shadow’s body rippled violently, like an ancient well struck by a falling boulder.
Yet its expression did not change in the slightest.
In that deathly stillness, a thin yet resilient black line cleaved downward from above.