Raised his hand, blocking his desperate counterattack.
The palm technique slightly pressed down, followed by a crisp crack.
Xiong Zhen's right arm had been forcibly torn apart.
Xiong Zhen grunted, his ferocity undiminished; even with a broken arm, he used bone spurs as blades, determined to tear Xu Lingjun in half.
A flash of golden light.
Under the Sword of Oath and Victory.
Xiong Zhen's right arm was completely severed, and then the blade descended, piercing through his chest, pinning him firmly to the ground, unable to move.
Xu Lingjun said blandly, "I promised I'd grant you a swift end... so I won't torment you too much, but you killed 3,726 of my Blue Star warriors; for that alone, I absolutely won't spare your life!"
Xiong Zhen spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, which bounced back three feet in front of Xu Lingjun, staining his own face.
