Mo Cheng frowned slightly upon hearing the name Han Li. Clearly, he had never heard of such a person.
He looked Xiao Peng up and down, his gaze lingering briefly on the Crimson Mask and black cloak before he gave a sinister smile.
Mo Cheng said, "An unknown nobody dares to spout such wild words? Looks like you're tired of living."
Dou Qi surged wildly within him. Deep crimson Dou Qi wrapped around his entire body like a cluster of red flames.
At the same time, his hand curled into a claw. His slightly sharp nails, like an eagle's talons, viciously clawed at Xiao Peng's heart.
Xiao Peng watched the claw shadow carrying a stench of blood, his eyes as still as an ancient well.
Just as the eagle claw was about to touch his chest, he casually raised his left hand, spreading his fingers slightly, and precisely caught Mo Cheng's wrist.
"Hmm?" Mo Cheng's pupils contracted sharply. The other man's hand felt as hard as iron pincers.
No matter how frantically he drove his deep crimson Dou Qi to slam forward, his wrist did not budge, as though it had been welded in midair.
That seemingly weightless block contained an unshakable force, dissolving his sure-kill move without a trace.
"That's impossible!" The cruel smile on Mo Cheng's face froze, replaced by incredulous horror.
The other man's physical strength was simply too terrifying. He could not break free at all.
Xiao Peng's fingers tightened slightly.
Crack!
A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out as Mo Cheng's wrist bent at a grotesque angle.
Agonizing pain swept through his body like a tide. He let out a scream, cold sweat instantly covering his forehead, while his deep crimson Dou Qi fell into disorder and scattered from the pain.
Xiao Peng did