Chapter 14: The Funeral Without Tears (Part Two)
Late at night.
"Bang!"
A huge shadow slammed into the white-painted brick wall, creating a indentation more than half a meter deep, but in the blink of an eye it disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing but a faint scent of blood and the shattered indented wall.
Wushan closely followed into the dead-end alley, appearing to search for something; traces of neon light spilled out from behind him.
Suddenly, he looked up, a white lapel flower faintly visible in the profound night sky. His palm wound with blue and white silk-like light. Then with a bend of his knees, he leaped into the air, twenty meters high. His right hand grasped at a twisted patch of air and pulled down with force.
An invisible shockwave spread out, and the lights of the bustling district extinguished at a visible pace, while the piercing electronic noise made the pedestrians several streets away cover their ears.
After a muffled thud,