The gaze full of rage fell on Chen Xiaotian's face, seemingly condensing into a sharp arrow that instantly pierced through Chen Xiaotian's heart!
A few masters were still in shock, especially upon seeing Su Han easily fix Iron Cannon's severed arm and even heal the wound on his own palm.
How could an ordinary person do such a thing?
Especially Li Zhengyang, his sharp sword was brutally struck down, yet Su Han dared to catch it barehanded, resulting in merely a flesh wound?
How is this possible!
Seeing Su Han questioning him, Chen Xiaotian was somewhat annoyed: "A nobody dares to provoke me, if I cut off his arm, so what!"
He wanted to say more, but Su Han had already disappeared. In the next moment, a violent gust of wind attacked like Mount Tai crushing down, extremely terrifying!
"Old Chen!"
Li Zhengyang was shocked and quickly reminded.
