"Ah!"
The sensation of pain was definitely there, but because the Dragon Taming Sword was too sharp, it wasn't until a moment later that Qing Yang felt the unbearable agony in his right wrist, and couldn't help but let out a miserable howl. His right hand had already fallen to the ground, no longer belonging to him.
"If you're lucky, you might be able to reattach this severed hand. Just remember, before figuring out your enemy's background, don't act rashly; otherwise, you'll only end up suffering yourself!"
Yun Xiao, who had cut off Qing Yang's hand with one sword strike, had no intention of killing. The words he spoke made Qing Yang endure the excruciating pain in his right wrist, not daring to make a sound, because he wasn't sure if the other would come back for another sword strike.
Now Qing Yang realized the gap between himself and the coarse-clothed young man. The opponent who cut off his wrist didn't rely solely on that sharp and strange Wooden Sword.
