The entire Golden Core District was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
On the martial stage, Qi Xue's screams continued, sending chills down the spine of everyone below.
After crippling Qi Xue's left arm with one strike, Sun Zhe mercilessly took out her right arm as well.
Now with both arms ruined, this prodigy, on whom the entire Qi Family had placed high hopes, would likely never wield a sword again.
But in truth, even without crippling her arms, merely Sun Zhe's heart-wrenching taunts had extinguished her spirit to wield a sword.
Sun Zhe did not intend to destroy her Dantian, and after crippling her arms, he turned his gaze to her legs.
"Young friend, spare her if you can!"
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed from below.
Sun Zhe looked toward the voice and saw an elderly man in a simple green robe.
The white-haired old man's eyes were sinister, clearly not a good person, and his presence was formidable and profound, likely at the Nascent Soul Realm.
