After Chen Fan had barely saved Nalan Xiangxiang from Shadow's grasp, how could he possibly let Shadow continue to threaten her?
Before Shadow could approach Nalan Xiangxiang, Chen Fan swiftly reached Shadow from behind, swiping his hand and capturing a hold of Shadow's clothes as if he were drawing an object from a sack.
Shadow's face paled, as he counterattacked, swiftly chopping towards Chen Fan's throat.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Shadow's counterattack was as fast as lightning, the blade wind reaching before the weapon itself, causing a stinging sensation on Chen Fan's face.
Chen Fan remained unflustered. He promptly let go of Shadow's clothes, swung out his right hand swiftly, grabbed Shadow's wrist and twisted with all his strength!
Crack!
A clear bone-breaking noise echoed; Shadow's left hand was snapped in half by Chen Fan.
"Kneel down!!"
Chen Fan roared again, raising his foot, aiming at Shadow's ankle, and stomped down!
Crack!!
