"My next strike will take your left hand!"
Ling Xiao's voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, so indifferent, as if he were just casually mentioning it.
But this time, no one thought he was joking.
"The same move won't work twice, young man, you're underestimating me!"
Although the expert had lost an arm, he still displayed the demeanor of a master.
"Oh, is that so?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly and almost with the same movement as before, flicked out a Crimson Sun Cone.
The expert closed his eyes the moment the Crimson Sun Cone flew out and then easily dodged it.
After all, he still had some skill.
He opened his eyes, a smug smile blossoming on his face.
The martial artists from the Cangjing Family also looked at Ling Xiao with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
They seemed to think that this young man wasn't such a big deal, that the previous move was just a lucky fluke.
"Ah—!"
However, at that moment, the expert screamed again.
His entire left hand was severed.
