Lin Xuan executed the Cyan Dragon Sky-Splitting Claw, swinging it forward. His hand, now like a dragon's claw, ripped through the storm and seized his opponent's arm.
CRACK!
With a sickening tear, he ripped the arm clean off. A bloodcurdling scream echoed as the severed limb dropped to the ground. Fang Zimo clutched his stump, stumbling backward in shock.
The onlookers were completely dumbfounded.
Heavens! What had they just witnessed? Fang Zimo was wounded in a single move? His arm was torn right off? How could this be? Just how strong was this man? He was fighting across a gap of six cultivation realms!
This was insane. In that moment, everyone felt like they were going mad.
Ye Qingwu was filled with joyous surprise, while Ye Ruxue could only stare, dumbstruck. The other geniuses felt their scalps tingle with raw fear. As for Fang Zimo, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
I can't accept this! How could I be defeated by him?
