Amidst the interweaving of Duan Yun's ten-layered spring rain red line blade qi, the round-faced fat woman, the Thunder God and Mother, let out a shriek like a sow, and her whole body, already as round as a ball, began to swell, like an inflating balloon.
Duan Yun knew the pain of his sword technique; after all, the sensation of every cell in the body feeling like it's giving birth is indeed not ordinary — continuous and intense — which is why many cities in Yu State turn pale at the mention of his name.
The many weak men and women now appearing in Yu State are all aftereffects of Duan Yun's painful sword intent.
It's a spiritual suffocation more terrifying than killing directly, leaving those struck to live forever in the shadow of that day's agony.
But even with that pain, there was never a case where someone would explode from it.
Yes, on that day, he made half of Yishui City suffer, observed all sorts of punished individuals, but had never seen such a case.
