"Crack," a faint sound came from the sinewy arm of the Black-clothed Man. His arm bone had fractured.
The Black-clothed Man's arm drooped limply, yet his expression remained calm, as if the aggressive Blood Poisoning Effect coursing through his veins and his severed limb did not bring him any pain. He looked at Ning Xiaoxian mystically and asked in a low voice, "Who exactly are you?"
She heard herself speaking. The voice was still hers, but the tone carried the arrogance typical of Changtian: "And who are you?"
At that moment, the sound of breaking the air came from afar; Miluo and the people of Fengtian Prefecture were hastening toward this location.
Interest gleamed in the eyes of the Black-clothed Man as he chuckled, "We shall meet again."
She snorted and said, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
