After Qin An finished saying this, he tossed the severed arm to the ground as if it were trash.
Blood splattered all over and was particularly striking against the blue stone slabs of the stage.
Beneath the stage, there was complete silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The onlookers all wore aghast expressions, staring up at Qin An on the stage.
The sky was bright blue; Qin An, clad in black, held a black blade in his hand.
Blood dripped down along the black blade, falling onto the blue stone slabs, splashing into a bloom of blood.
In stark contrast to Qin An's calm was Liu Qingzhou.
Only Liu Qingzhou was seen clutching his empty shoulder, looking at Qin An in fear and pain.
His disheveled appearance resembled a defeated dog.
A few silver captains regained their composure and looked at Qin An with complex expressions.
He's done for.
A thought surfaced in everyone's minds.
