Crack!
A muffled sound.
It wasn't disfigurement!
No one expected that when the iron sword fell, Yang Lezhi would actually smash his own left arm.
Yes!
It was smashed, not chopped off.
The Unyielding Sword is similar to a giant iron bar; it has no blade, so it can't be severed like a sharp edge.
Yang Lezhi placed his arm on the motorcycle.
With one swing.
The arm was crushed into pulp at the root.
With this, Yang Lezhi's arm would never have the chance to recover.
"Are you... an idiot!"
Xu Baiyan was trembling with anger.
She never expected Yang Lezhi to be so brainless. What use is it to smash your own arm? It's just being foolish.
Su Yue and Bai Xiaolong were dumbfounded in shock.
To be this ruthless to oneself.
Even Heiye paused in shock.
Young people these days are a bit too crazy when it comes to love.
But no one noticed!
The flesh and blood smashed by Yang Lezhi didn't fall to the ground; instead, it all seeped into the motorcycle.
