In the blood mist, the delicate arm was forcibly ripped off by Jing Yan.
City Lord Mei Li's face turned deathly pale, her breath quickened, and she looked at Jing Yan with terrified eyes.
Among the cultivators watching, quite a few instinctively closed their eyes when Jing Yan tore off City Lord Mei Li's arm.
Too brutal!
Such a tender beauty, how… how could you bring yourself to do it?
It must be said that practically everywhere, female cultivators with a pretty face have a natural advantage. If it were a man whose arm was torn off by Jing Yan, perhaps those cultivators wouldn't feel the same reluctance.
Even more cultivators felt a surge of urine in their abdomens.
Too terrifying! Too fierce! Truly frightening, this Jing Yan, to crush such a beauty so decisively. Doesn't this guy like beauties?
