Lu Xiaobu heard the first half of Mo Wentian's sentence and knew Mo Wentian was about to make a desperate move!
So, he directly maximized the strength!
"Bang!"
Instantly!
A loud noise echoed in the sky!
Then, a burst of fireworks appeared in the sky!
Mo Wentian's flesh, bones, organs, and even his head, stained with mud, mixed with flames and water, splattered out to form a magnificent display of fireworks.
A splendid fireworks show!
And the head that wasn't in the giant hand, spared from being crushed, hurtled straight towards the ground due to the immense force and wind pressure!
"Bang!"
The rigid skull smashed a crater into the ground.
In those eyes that had lost all color, one could vaguely still see expressions of despair, regret, fear, and unwillingness.
But, however much he may have regretted, however unwilling he was, he could only voice these at the Yama Palace!
The grandmasters watching the head felt an inexplicable sense of grief.
