Before everyone's eyes!
Ye Wu's sword-wielding right arm exploded into a mist of blood on the spot. The massive shower of blood and its pungent stench shook everyone present.
Then he flew backward like a cannonball, crashing straight through a wall hung with a valuable ink painting. Whether he lived or died was unknown.
The entire hall was stunned.
Everyone stared at Lin Shuguang, dumbfounded. He was far too ruthless!
"You're courting death!"
The next instant, Zhu Shaoqiang, the elderly birthday celebrant, roared in fury like a lion or tiger, his voice rolling like thunder.
Lin Shuguang stood with his saber in hand, neither retreating nor dodging. He looked straight at him. "If you're not satisfied, Senior, have your son get up and fight me again. Then you can see whether he dies or I do!"
"You!" Zhu Shaoqiang was beside himself with rage. He slammed the table and rose to his feet. "So young, yet so vicious! Do you really think I wouldn't dare cripple you?"
His words had barely fallen.
Suddenly, a powerful surge of force swept out from Si Qianjun.
The domineering shock wave swept aside the tables and chairs on both sides of the aisle, setting off a terrifying series of thunderous crashes!
Only then did the bewildered crowd remember that the renowned Si Qianjun was still here!
Si Qianjun said mildly, "A spar between juniors is no big deal. At worst, someone loses an arm or breaks a leg. Old Zhu, those were your own words. Can't you accept losing now?"
Zhu Shaoqiang narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Si Qianjun, are you truly going to ruin my celebration today?"
"I wouldn't dare." Si Qianjun stood alone in front of Lin Shuguang and said calmly, "Today is your seventieth birthday, Senior. I brought someone to