Clang!
An equally brilliant blade light followed in Chu Mo's hands.
The monks of the Jin family in the distance saw the two rays of light. Followed by, a dull pain cry resounded in the void.
Plop.
A severed arm fell onto the bluestone pavement.
"You want my hand? I'll chop off your arm. Go back and tell your master, you ignorant frog in the well, bother me again and you'll risk your life! Get lost!" Chu Mo's low growl of rage made the Jin family disciples, who were about to rush over, come to a complete halt!
The monks, almost all of them had rushed forward, but they stopped mid-air, then, they stood there dumbfounded with disbelief in their eyes.
"Did… did I see what just happened?" one of the Jin family's disciples exclaimed in shock.
"Seems like...that Foundation Establishment Peak practitioner had his arm severed?"
