Hurting someone might be forgivable, after all, it's a martial arts duel, but to be merciless and attempt to finish off the opponent after achieving victory!
It's unbearable, how can one endure this!
However...
Although Tang Qinghua was angry, he felt powerless and could only watch helplessly what was happening.
Yang Jing roared, attempting to raise his hand to block, but he wasn't as fast as Mo Chenzi.
All the heroes had already closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the impending scene.
When Mo Chenzi's palm came down, it likely would've crushed Yang Jing's skull.
However, just at that moment.
Whoosh!
A sharp sound of cutting wind arose, and immediately, the spectators saw a blur flying onto the stage from outside at unimaginable speed, like an arrow, piercing Mo Chenzi's palm with a "pfft".
Bright red blood suddenly splattered.
"My god, who is making a move? To be able to injure Mo Chenzi!"
