Hearing this, the blond lackey nearly passed out from shock!
Zhao Gongming clapped his hands and looked at Ling Yun, a cold sneer on the corner of his lips as he said, "If it doesn't work, you'll die a very miserable death."
"Young Master, Young Master, I won't be able to serve you properly if I lose my right hand."
"Pui... Who the fuck wants you to serve them? Do you want me to reattach your hand or not?" A trace of utter disdain appeared in Zhao Gongming's eyes.
"I don't want it, I don't want it."
"Do it."
Zhao Gongming had already made up his mind. Regardless of whether Ling Yun's words were true or false, he chose to give it a try; if it didn't work, he would simply kill Ling Yun.
The blond lackey was grabbed by several cyan-robed guards, who uttered an apology of "offending you."
Then Ling Yun drew a guard's saber, and with a swift flash of the blade, the blond lackey let out a miserable shriek as one of his arms was hacked off.
Zhao Gongming swallowed hard. He couldn't bring himself to be so clean and decisive, and he truly couldn't see through Ling Yun.
"You... What are you doing?!"
The moment he raised his head, he saw Ling Yun staring right at him, a feeling akin to being watched by a viper.
Whoosh!
Another slash!
Zhao Gongming let out a miserable scream as his own right hand was hacked off, fresh blood splashing all over the ground.
The guards were dumbfounded, their gazes toward Ling Yun tinged with a hint of dread.
Zhao Gongming glared furiously at Ling Yun. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm replacing your hand. How can I replace it without chopping it off?" Ling Yun rolled his eyes.