Chu Mo's golden fist mark didn't appear very dense, and it seemed a bit thin.
However, it gave off an extraordinarily strange feeling, making it unforgettable after just one glance.
"Go ahead and make your move. I'll give you only three chances to strike. Once they're gone, you'll have no more opportunities!" At this moment, Ma Hong's voice resounded.
"Mountain Split!!!" As Ma Hong's voice dropped, Chu Mo suddenly opened his eyes, and his fist slammed down fiercely.
In an instant, that seemingly ordinary golden light exploded like a bomb, transitioning from calm to violent, from faint light to dazzling brilliance, from mild power to terrifying might, resembling the palm of the Buddha, seemingly ordinary yet capable of covering the sky.
At that moment, Ma Hong's entire body trembled violently. His once calm eyes suddenly revealed an indescribable fear, and his previous composed demeanor now appeared exceptionally disheveled.
