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Pfft!
It was a low, muffled sound.
No blood flowed out, nor did any limbs fly off.
With that one finger pointed out, Chang Shun's left arm turned to ash, dissipating with the wind.
Chang Shun looked at Ye Xiao with a dull expression on his face. He didn't feel any pain, nor did he sense any blood rushing toward his left arm.
In his bewilderment, he turned his head toward the direction Ye Xiao had pointed, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
Gone...
Gone?
His left arm had vanished!
Apart from that faint, muffled sound, there was no spray of blood, nor any sensation of pain.
Just like that, his left arm had disappeared...
"You... do you realize what you've done?!!!"
One of the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators who barged in saw the scene before him and his eyes nearly burst with rage.
The young master's arm was severed!!!
