"Ah—! You've destroyed my hand!"
Tyrant Fist screamed in agony, his right hand bones shattered, unable to throw another punch.
"Your hands have committed too many evils, deserving to be crippled,"
Xiao Chen had already approached Tyrant Fist, sitting directly atop him, and with one foot, he crippled Tyrant Fist's other arm as well.
Then, he lit another cigarette and blew a smoke ring, "Guan Hu, don't beat them to death.
Just cripple their limbs!"
"Yes!"
With Xiao Chen's order,
Guan Hu led Tiangang and Dishasha like a horde of demons charging at those seven hundred plus people.
Despite their numbers, seeing Tyrant Fist easily taken down by Xiao Chen,
completely demoralized them.
Demons unleashed, deities descended.
Perhaps that was the best description for Tiangang and Dishasha.
Although many of them were in their first real combat,
they found their opponents appeared so slow, as if in slow motion.
Whereas they themselves were so quick.
