Losing an arm, for a martial artist, equates to losing at least thirty percent of one's martial skills.
For someone ranked third on the Golden List, the blow was really too great.
Zhou Lie let out a long howl to the sky, no longer wishing to flee. The enmity of losing an arm far surpassed the hatred of having one's wife stolen.
This was like severing his path of cultivation; cultivating with a disabled body would be countless times more difficult than before.
His longsword trembled in his hand, as he charged directly at Qin Hao, ready to kill him even at the cost of his own life.
Qin Hao did not underestimate him at all; Zhou Lie, having lost an arm, had become even more terrifying.
At this moment, he had no reservations and only wanted to kill Qin Hao; Zhou Lie at this moment was at his most formidable.
The battle erupted once more, even more terrifying than before.
