After a desperate and frenzied roar, Hu Lang circulated the last of his True Yuan throughout his body, gathering it in his palm, and fiercely struck his Life Gate on the top of his skull.
Due to the excessive force, his entire head, like an overripe watermelon being slammed with a brick, shattered intensely.
In an instant, the white brain matter and gushing blood mixed together, splattering everywhere.
Only half of his head remained, drooping on his shoulder, bloody and grisly.
Yet, despite this, he still maintained a standing posture, demonstrating his determination to remain unyielding even in death.
Seeing this scene, Li Chen couldn't help but frown.
Though he was an opponent, Li Chen still couldn't help but admire Hu Lang's ferocity.
A person who can commit suicide to such a ghastly extent, could they not be fierce?
With Hu Lang's suicide, the millions following him to sweep the Star Pavilion all turned pale with fright, their bodies trembling, not daring to utter a word.
