Tianfeng City, at the East City Gate.
At this moment, a sizable crowd had gathered, with expressions of unbearable sympathy and helplessness on their faces.
Among the onlookers, a cruel scene was unfolding.
Dugu Jingcheng stood in agony, his entire right arm gone, fresh blood drenched half of his robe.
Yet his face remained resolute, his eyes filled with determination, and his left hand gripped the Xuan Iron Sword tightly, not showing the slightest intention of yielding.
Behind him stood a timid woman, pretty and quite beautiful.
The woman looked at Dugu Jingcheng who stood in front of her, her eyes filled with shock.
Just now, this young man had sacrificed his entire right arm to save her, and still, unyielding and undaunted, he stood in front of her, making her feel as if her soul had been struck hard.
In front of them were four youths.
