Yuan Zhiwen was confident that no one could refuse his words.
Sure enough.
The masked man across from him nodded.
"Fine, if it's true, sparing your life is no big deal."
Yuan Zhiwen was overjoyed, "Shall we return now?"
"Let's go back!"
As he said this, the masked man stepped forward, reaching out as if to help Yuan Zhiwen.
Yuan Zhiwen, without suspecting anything, also extended his hand.
But at that moment, a flash of a blade passed, and Yuan Zhiwen's extended hand was severed at the elbow.
The severed arm fell to the ground, blood spattering everywhere.
Yuan Zhiwen was initially stunned, then began to scream in pain.
"You..."
Zhao Ya kicked him to the ground, placed a foot on his chest, pressed the blade tip to his throat, and said coldly, "Trying to deceive me?"
Yuan Zhiwen immediately swallowed his screams, looked at Zhao Ya with a pale face, and trembled as he spoke.
"I... I'm really not lying; I do have a secret technique for breaking through."
