Chou Zeming swerved his shoulders at the most critical moment, shifting his vital point away from the sword. The golden light flickered. Blood sprayed into the sky, followed by a pathetic cry. A severed arm was flung into the air.
Chou Zeming reached toward his arm in agony. Although he had avoided a fatal blow, he had done so at the price of his right arm.
But at that moment, a golden glow assaulted him, piercing the arm. It landed in Su Yu's palms after rotating in the air. The blood red dagger was still tightly latched within the palm of Chou Zeming's severed arm. Su Yu had just discarded the Golden Scale Dagger. This blood-red dagger came at a convenient time.
