On the other side, the vibrant begonias flew towards Chang Zhenzi. He laughed dismissively and reached out to catch them, only to see the begonia burrow into his arm.
Soon, his right arm was covered with begonia flowers.
Huh?
Chang Zhenzi lifted his right hand, looking at the bright flowers all over it, with a puzzled expression.
Then, that puzzlement turned into shock and fear.
Because he saw his right hand, from fingers to wrist to arm, slowly turn to dust!
Eventually, his right arm disappeared, and blood gushed from the severed limb like a fountain.
Ah!!
Chang Zhenzi screamed miserably.
"Ah!!"
From the side came a similarly wretched scream, as Changyunzi stared in shock at his left arm severed at the shoulder, with blood spurting from the wound.
At this moment, the lotus leaf that had severed his arm floated gently, finally dissipating slowly.
"This, this is..."
Fear appeared on Changyunzi's face:
"Tanglian Technique?"
