How could Chen Chongzhi not be aware of the danger concealed in Ye Weiming's seemingly harmless palm strike? He had already suffered from it once before.
But alas, Ye Weiming's palm strike was too sudden. By the time he became aware of it, Ye Weiming's palm was already within three feet of his head. How could he possibly dodge or draw his sword in time?
In desperation, Chen Chongzhi could only raise his right hand to meet Ye Weiming's palm strike with gritted teeth.
Losing another arm would certainly be dire, but wouldn't it be better than having his head directly smashed open?
"Aooooo~~~"
"Crack!"
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Bone Shattering!
Accompanied by a harsh scream, Chen Chongzhi's right arm brokes.
With just this one attack, the only expert in the opposing camp who could hold his ground had completely lost his combat capabilities, becoming a helpless lamb to the slaughter.
