"Tap tap tap..."
As Beisu walked by, the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered into imprints, causing the onlookers to retreat hastily in shock. Among them were those eager to watch the spectacle, pointing at Lin Zifeng and shouting, "Hey, you slave, hurry and kneel to admit your mistake! When you lose your tongue, don't regret it!"
"Even kneeling won't help; I see that Young Master Beisu truly has murderous intent today. This guy deserves his bad luck, offending no other than Young Master Beisu."
Ignoring the mockery of the crowd, Lin Zifeng looked at Beisu walking toward him, a fleeting touch of derision on his calm face.
You want to cripple my arm? Then today, I will repay you in kind. I fear you won't be able to hold a sword anymore after this!
With a silent whisper to himself, Lin Zifeng slowly opened his clenched right hand, and a faint golden light emerged from his palm. Not only that, but the crowd also felt a deep yet commanding dragon roar echoing in their ears!
