Tang Zheng darted out, swinging his arm, and effortlessly smashed the fireball against the wall; amidst the explosion, he appeared in front of Qian Ping and grabbed his jaw with a forceful yank.
With a tear, Tang Zheng didn't merely shatter Qian Ping's jaw; rather, he tore it off with brute force, leaving behind a bloody, fleshy mess.
Because the skin is connected to flesh, the jawbone also ripped off the skin on the neck, exposing the tonsils and the muscular structure of the trachea, with blood spurting out and soaking through Qian Ping's clothes in front of his chest, extremely bloody.
Having lost his vocal cords, Qian Ping couldn't speak a word and could only make some meaningless sounds. He watched Tang Zheng holding his jaw, his face full of horror, which quickly turned into rage, his hands ignited with flames, and slapped towards Tang Zheng's head.
Tang Zheng drew his straight knife, stabbed forward with the momentum, and met Qian Ping's arm.
