One foot transformed into a blade, its sword qi sweeping in every direction.
With a crisp crack, Lu Wuyong's legs were severed cleanly at the knees.
At the instant they broke, blood sprayed wildly. It was only when his upper body lost its balance and pitched forward that everyone realized Li Mu Yang had cleaved both of Lu Wuyong's legs apart with a single foot.
Everyone's eyes widened as they stared at Li Mu Yang in astonishment.
This young man, whose handsome features and usual demeanor made him seem refined and courteous, actually possessed such fierce methods and such a vicious heart.
He did not strike unless necessary, but once he did, he severed both legs.
Of course, it could not compare to the scene of him transforming into a black dragon, spewing dragonfire, and slaughtering an entire city. But Li Mu Yang had been high in the sky then, appearing in the form of a giant dragon. People had subconsciously regarded his actions as a giant dragon's methods.
Now, he had severed a man's legs with one foot—and those were the legs of Lu Wuyong, the former Lord of Wind City. With such a bloody scene taking place right before their eyes, people found it even more horrifying, their hair standing on end.
"This young man is not someone easy to get along with."
Lu Wuyong's body had already been covered in wounds from Lu Qiji's torment. They simply had not been visible beneath his prison clothes.
Now that Li Mu Yang had severed both his legs, his body—and the thousand-pound shackles forged from cold iron—crashed to the ground with him. Blood flowed in all directions. His clothes and body were quickly drenched, and soon he was immersed in it entirely.
"Li Mu Yang..." Lu Wuyong braced both hands