Wang Hao looked at Xiao Chen with great interest, really wanting to give him some of Liang Jingru's courage.
Xiao Chen said coldly, "Who cut off my son's arm?!"
Everyone's eyes in the audience fell squarely on Wang Hao, the meaning all too clear.
"So it was you, kid. Go to hell!"
Xiao Chen's eyes flashed a cold light, and a long sword emitting a crimson glow appeared in his hand.
"Wait, Dad, don't, he's..." Xiao Zilong shouted anxiously.
"I don't care who he is, if he dared to cut off your arm, then Dad will take his life!"
Xiao Chen coldly interrupted Xiao Zilong, then signaled to the sky with a flare.
"Boom..."
The next second, a firework bloomed in the void.
The entire crowd was shocked, feeling a wave of auras rushing madly from all directions.
Xiao Zilong exclaimed, "Dad, you didn't bring my million-strong Soaring Dragon Army, did you?!"
