Han Yao gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Chu Mo, waiting for the moment of Chu Mo's death.
"Nice move!" Just as the blood hand was about to engulf, slay, and tear apart Chu Mo, Chu Mo suddenly said.
The words gave a feeling as if a senior was guiding a junior.
Damned brat! Almost about to meet his end, yet still dared to act cocky.
In an instant, Chu Mo looked up, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he said calmly, "Mountain Splitting Fist!"
As Chu Mo unleashed the Mountain Splitting Fist, it was like a gunshot, visibly powerful, as the mountain-splitting force emerged.
Immediately, like a laser point, it deeply connected with the massive blood handprint.
And then, effortlessly penetrated!
The golden streak pierced through, creating a red hole, clearly visible.
Where the golden glow spread, the surrounding bloody spiritual energy rapidly roiled, struggled, vanished, even dodged quickly.
As if faced with the most terrifying opponent.
