Watching the blade-like winds slashing past and the occasional spatial rifts, including Qin Yu and the others, not a single one dared to take it lightly.
Suddenly, a blade-like wind shot towards Qin Yu and the group.
Instantly—
The nine people present each executed their own techniques, no one daring to underestimate this wind that resembled a blade, for they had all seen how these blade-like winds could even tear open space.
"Pfff—" a crisp sound, as if a sharp blade was slicing through wood.
Blood splattered out.
"Little brother," Shi Hua looked worriedly at his brother Shi Bian, that blade-like wind was simply too fast; despite everyone's efforts to dodge, Shi Bian, who was closer to the wind, still got hit, severing nearly half of his right arm.
Shi Bian furrowed his brow: "It's nothing serious, I just need to consume a lot of energy to reconstitute my body."
