Su Mo handed half a low-grade Spirit Stone to Meng Han, and even said it was enough to make up for Meng Han's damaged dignity. This was not compensation; this was a blatant, naked insult.
Right before countless people, Su Mo had subjected Meng Han to a harsh and vicious humiliation!
In an instant, Meng Han's complexion swelled directly to the color of a pig's liver. His body actually trembled uncontrollably out of rage. Having lived for decades, when had he ever suffered such a monstrous humiliation!
"I want you to die!"
Meng Han was furious—completely enraged, angry to the point of losing his reason.
Boom!
Meng Han threw open a large hand and abruptly struck toward Su Mo through the air. A terrifying true yuan giant palm with heaven-shaking might descended to cover and crush Su Mo.
Before the giant palm even drew near Su Mo, the violent gale scraped his eyes openable only with difficulty. The giant palm contained formidable imposing aura, locking onto Su Mo firmly.
Su Mo bit down hard on his teeth, genuine qi swirling around his feet, and prepared to dodge with all his might.
At that moment, however, the Second Elder's figure flashed and he blocked in front of Su Mo.
The Second Elder swung his arm, chopping out a single hand-blade. Instantly, a blade qi dozens of meters long horizontally slashed outward, directly splitting the giant palm in half and surging away to the sides.
Rumble!
The palm force smashed into the ground, emitting a burst of loud noises. The earth shook and the mountains quivered, dust and smoke flying in all directions.
On the ground, two giant craters over thirty meters in diameter and more than ten meters deep were directly blasted open.
"Meng Han, have you gone mad? If you