It would be inaccurate to call it a blood gourd; it was a smashed blood gourd.
Xia Hongliang was alive, but he had certainly suffered a severe concussion. At worst, he was destined to be a vegetable for the rest of his life, either an imbecile or completely insane. Given the sheer intensity of that energy wave, the fact that his head hadn't burst like a watermelon was already a miracle. His brains had likely been turned to mush.
This outcome caused the complexions of the masters present, including Xia Tianlan, to shift violently. One slap had rendered a master useless? They looked at Lin Ce subconsciously, their gazes filled with the terror one might reserve for a demon. Lin Ce was proving with his actions that some people could never be provoked in this lifetime; once crossed, you were in for a world of trouble.
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