"Ah—my hand—"
Hu San could never have imagined that Lin Chang'sheng's saber would be so fast. In the blink of an eye, his arm had already been severed.
He immediately grabbed his broken limb, howling in pain.
"T-t-third Master, are you okay?"
His two followers saw Hu San gravely wounded and instantly panicked.
This kind of saber technique was something they'd never seen before.
Staring at the blade in Lin Chang'sheng's hand, glowing red and thick with the stench of blood, their hearts were filled with fear.
"Are you fucking blind?! Do I look okay to you? Get the hell in there and kill this punk for me!"
Hu San spat furiously.
He thought, if he hadn't been careless, there was no way Lin Chang'sheng could've chopped off his arm.
He had underestimated this kid.
Hu San quickly tapped his right shoulder twice to staunch the bleeding, then swallowed a red elixir, evidently for healing.
"Kid, you're looking for death!"
