Huang Xiaolong just snapped Bian Yizhi's finger!
"Ah~~~~!!!! No! You! You! You deserve to die!" Bian Yizhi let out a heart-wrenching scream, gritting his teeth, his face looked like a demon, visibly terrifying, his eyes fixed on Huang Xiaolong, as if to cast the deadliest curse.
That finger had gathered Bian Yizhi's years of cultivation, years of hard work, and years of fortune.
Without that finger, his medical skills and martial arts would be greatly discounted, falling from a prodigy, a rising star in the family, to just an ordinary clansman.
For a family like Bian's, the internal competition was fierce. If Bian Yizhi was disabled, he would certainly not be able to compete with other excellent talents in the family. Saying he was cast off would not be an exaggeration.
