"Pff!"
Blood spattered as the war spear pierced through the pitch-black shield, grazed the left forearm of Huntian and vanished in a flash, disappearing into the skyline, leaving behind only drops of crystalline blood raining down from Cangqiong.
"Young Master!" The Black Robed Man, who had previously stood beside Huntian's ancient war chariot, cried out in alarm, turning into a streak of black lightning as he flew to Huntian's side, anxiously inquiring, "Young Master, how are you?"
Huntian's left arm was bloody and hung limply at his side, as the dark, devouring Power of Rules visibly climbed upwards to his elbow.
"Argh!" Feeling the intense pain from his left arm, a vicious look flashed in Huntian's eyes as he suddenly raised his right hand, blade-like, and ruthlessly chopped downwards.
"Pff!"
A soft sound, and Huntian's left arm was severed at the root. The deep red blood, even richer than before, gushed out from the stump, spraying all over the Black Robed Man.
