Ding Yu and the others looked at Chu Mo, with a mocking, playful, watching-the-show, pitying expression.
Clearly, in their view, Chu Mo was undoubtedly a dead man.
A guy at the peak of transcending, under such a fist, would certainly be crushed into nothing.
No power yet dares to feign arrogance, truly tired of living!
However, as Liu Chu's fist came crashing, Chu Mo didn't even frown.
Even the old man of Xuyao Mountain died by my hands, let alone this trash among trash!
Bang!
The next second, accompanied by a massive boom, sounded, shocking everyone deeply.
That's not the key thing; the key is, Chu Mo, with what appeared to be an ordinary, casually lifted fist, astonishingly met Liu Chu's fist, and an incredible scene occurred.
Liu Chu's fist seemed to be shattered instantly, and most shockingly, his fist even directly broke and looked utterly gruesome!
It appeared ghastly white and terrifying to the extent you could see Liu Chu's fist twisted ninety degrees.
