If it weren't for his first time in the County City and his insufficient foundation, what Yuan Yong would have lost at this moment would definitely not have been just his palm, but his head!
Jiang Shu's battle saber was blood-stained, yet he did not strike again.
His weakness is still too apparent.
The saber technique consists of merely three forms; once this Qu knows the variations, it will be very difficult to suppress him again.
"My palm!"
Yuan Yong cupped his severed hand and growled, looking at Jiang Shu, his eyes full of horror and resentment.
"Big Brother! Kill him! Kill him!"
He didn't even dare pick up his severed hand from the ground, retreating backward while shouting.
But Qu Zhanyun was clearly not going to lose his senses.
One was the young miss from the Zhang Family. The other was a young Martial Artist, no less strong than himself, whose background was unknown.
The webbing of his hand is numb as he grips his saber, yet he has no intention of striking.
