Wu Cang was a martial artist at the peak of the Condensation Realm, and the ease with which Li Xiaoyao subdued him meant that his cultivation level must have already surpassed his.
More powerful than a martial artist at the peak of the Condensation Realm, could it be the Abstinence Realm?
Li Xiaoyao easily pinched Wu Cang's fist, and with a slight exertion of his wrist, a series of "crack" sounds were heard as Wu Cang's arm was bent into an extremely eerie arc.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream came from Wu Cang's mouth as Li Xiaoyao raised his right hand, and the blade of the sword chopped down towards his arm.
"Swoosh!"
With one stroke of icy light, Wu Cang's arm was severed at the root, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Li Xiaoyao's hand didn't stop, blade flashes followed one after another, and all people could see were the flashes of cold light with Wu Cang's continuous screams.
In just a few seconds, Li Xiaoyao had swung dozens of swords.
