Tu's head snapped up, sensing the sudden, catastrophic shift in the atmosphere. "Wait, what are—"
WHA-BOOM!
Ji'an brought the flat of the heavy cast-iron spatula down directly onto the absolute center of Blood-Hand Tu's forehead.
It did not sound like a metallic clang. It sounded like a massive, iron church bell being struck by a meteor.
The sheer, absurd kinetic force of the blow bypassed his passive Qi defenses entirely.
The impact was so severe that the obsidian pillars of the bed actually cracked, and the stone floor beneath the dais shuddered.
Blood hand Tu didn't even have time to scream.
The Golden Core master's brain violently ricocheted inside his skull.
His body went entirely, rigidly stiff for a split second, before instantly going limp, his head lolling to the side, completely and utterly unconscious.
Ji'an sat straddling the unconscious bandit lord, panting heavily.
She looked at his slumped head.
"That was for the kidnapping," Ji'an muttered.
