And it was Ba Xie that had severed Diwu Xueruo's arm!
Lin Han looked at the blood-drenched Ba Xie, his eyes shining as he remarked, "What a fine blade!"
Ba Xie was only the length of an arm, yet its power was immense. Just now, when he swung it, severing Diwu Xueruo's arm had felt like slicing through air; Lin Han hadn't felt the slightest resistance.
This just showed how sharp the Fierce Weapon was.
'Killing a Martial King like Old Ghost Liu might present some resistance, but it should be about as easy as cutting tofu, right?'
Seeing Diwu Xueruo screaming in agony, the hairs on Old Ghost Liu's arms stood on end, and his entire body began to tremble violently.
Clearly, he was terrified.
"Get lost," Lin Han ordered coldly.
"Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior!" Old Ghost Liu thanked Lin Han profusely, then hastily fled the scene with the severely injured Diwu Xueruo.
