As he was lost in thought, a piercing scream from Luo Wushuang echoed from mid-air.
As Chu Qing's saber momentum subsided, a figure fell from the sky.
It was Luo Wushuang, covered in blood.
He looked utterly miserable, his arms and legs shattered by Chu Qing's sword light, leaving only a bald body, hair disheveled as he fell from the sky and vomited a mouthful of blood.
But he couldn't care less about these, straining to look at his own body, exclaiming:
"My hands, my feet, my hands, my feet!!!"
Unable to accept this reality, he couldn't help but roar up to the sky in anger:
"You actually cut off my hands and feet, you cut off my hands and feet!!!
"I will never forgive you, never forgive!!!"
"Consorting with the Demon Dao, you deserve such an end."
Chu Qing sneered, his eyes shifting as he was about to look for the figure of Prince Xue, but suddenly noticed Prince Xue had already arrived at Luo Wushuang's side.
