"Of course!"
Fang Yang shouted explosively, intending to take the initiative as dark golden flames and demon light blasted into the sky. Yet in that instant, it seemed something flashed before his eyes...
The next moment, accompanied by splattering blood, a left arm suddenly flew up.
The form of Fang Yang that was charging upward with a gun abruptly halted. He looked at his empty left arm and then raised his gaze towards Zhou Yun, high above in the sky, whose hand was resting on the sword, the sword within its sheath, both he and the sword had already restrained their unparalleled sharpness.
"So fast?!" Fang Yang's eyes shot out a strong color of shock.
Above and below, the cultivators from the Purple Sky Realm were feeling even more uncertain and astonished!
"Wh-what happened? Fang Emperor's left hand?!"
To these ordinary Emperor Levels, they couldn't even see Zhou Yun's strike, nor the extremely fast sword.
