Nangong Xue saw his stubborn attitude and knew she had to use some means that would make him feel fear.
So she took out the Longsword in her hand and then cut off his right arm. The arm fell to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere. Yang Tian let out a miserable scream.
He covered his severed arm with his hand, slowly sat up from the ground, gritting his teeth, with a trace of endurance in his eyes, but he never thought of speaking out.
"Still not willing to talk?" Nangong's eyes were cold.
"If you have the guts, just kill me. I will never speak."
Yang Tian definitely couldn't reveal the truth, because he knew that not revealing the truth now would at most result in his own death, but what awaited him after everything hidden behind the matter was exposed would be far worse than death.
"You don't have to talk, but I can assure you, your parents will definitely be doomed too."
Nangong Xue was not threatening Yang Tian; she could genuinely be ruthless to such an extent.
