But the blow, imbued with the raw, compact force of his Foundation Establishment Stage Four cultivation, was like being struck by a spiritual hammer. The assassin flew backwards, a spray of blood erupting from his mouth as he slammed into a thick tree trunk, his spine likely shattered. He slumped to the ground, twitching once, then lay still, his life quickly fading.
The initial flurry of attacks had been repelled in mere seconds. Three assassins down, two severely injured, one dead. The remaining assassins, including their leader, froze, their faces pale with a mixture of shock and dawning terror.
"Impossible!" the leader gasped, his jade eyes wide. "He broke Brother Ming’s blade barehanded! And Brother Wei’s spine!"
"Nothing is impossible for the dead," Jian murmured, his voice a chil
