A silver light abruptly emerged, conspicuous among the slightly dim forest.
This silver light appeared so swiftly that everyone was unable to react.
Following the silver light, two streaks of blood-red light shot up into the sky. With the sudden appearance of those blood streaks, a faint sound was heard, the sound of two severed hands landing amidst a gush of blood.
This scene startled everyone present; a moment of silence ensued, broken only by the continuous dripping of blood from Zhu Hao's severed hands.
Zhu Hao's gaze was somewhat vacant. He stood still, but after a few seconds, his vacant eyes slowly moved downwards.
When Zhu Hao saw his severed hand, he suddenly let out a scream.
"Ah!..."
A piercing scream erupted from Zhu Hao's mouth, the voice hoarse and filled with agony.
This was natural, after all, his wrist had been sliced off by Qi Shengsheng, and no one could instantly bear such immense pain.
