Hearing the abrupt voice, Fang Yaowu's face suddenly changed drastically, instinctively looking towards the source of the voice, he saw a person draped entirely in a black robe appearing in the backyard, emitting an eerie aura like a venomous snake.
"Who...who are you?" Tan Shuya asked, trembling.
"Who I am doesn't matter; what's important is that I want to borrow something from you today." The Black Shadow slowly walked towards Fang Yaowu.
"What do you want to borrow?"
Fang Yaowu stared at the Black Shadow with an unchanged expression, but his hand quietly reached for the weapon at his waist.
"Woosh!"
Before Fang Yaowu could grab the weapon at his waist, a sharp sword light flashed and vanished, followed closely by Fang Yaowu's arm being chopped off at the root. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying all over Tan Shuya, who was standing beside him.
"Ah!"
