As they spoke, another palm strike came. Mo Wu struggled to dodge. But the man grabbed her hair and pulled her up, slamming her head against a nearby rock.,A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。