Wang Xiaoqiang's face flashed with anger, and he struck the general's forehead with a palm. With a cracking sound, the lightning from his palm blew the general's head apart, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.
Everyone around trembled briefly; no one expected Wang Xiaoqiang to suddenly strike, and even less did they anticipate that he would dare to attack King Ann's nephew so decisively and cleanly, killing him with one blow.
The general's personal guards drew their swords and surrounded Wang Xiaoqiang, yet none dared to act. They all knew that the disparity in strength between them and Wang Xiaoqiang was too great—acting would only lead to death.
