"Hiss!"
Blood spurted violently, bones shattered cruelly.
The excruciating pain ripping through his arm was like lightning detonating within Ban Poluo's mind.
His face twisted, bloodshot slowly surfaced in his eyes, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely. Inexplicably, he began to laugh, his crazed laughter echoing in the wilderness like shattered straw. Glinting white teeth were exposed to the air as Su Heng licked the blood at the corner of his mouth without hurrying his strike, leisurely on his face as though watching an elaborate clown performance.
"Indeed, worthy of the legendary Demon Dragon, the strongest of this era. I admit I did underestimate you," Ban Poluo sighed, as his severed arm swiftly regenerated and healed.
