A sword blade a finger-width wide, thin as a cicada's wing, wholly crimson and seven feet long, burst from the tip of Lin Qi's right index finger. The blade was formed entirely from condensed fire elements, which had been bound by an inconceivable power of laws and forcibly solidified. Within it, intricate yet graceful divine runes of fire laws flickered in and out of sight, while countless threadlike streams of red flame flowed ceaselessly between them.
A thick arm, its black veins bulging wildly, fell heavily to the ground. Pitch-black blood like dark gold condensed into fist-sized droplets that whirled crazily across the ground amid a thunderous humming. This was the blood that had sprayed from Lin Seventy-Seven's body. Every drop was as heavy as a mountain and carried an immensely powerful aura of water elements.
Dead silence filled the surroundings. Countless members of the Tiger Clan and the other clans held their breath. Even the other seven highest-ranking ancestors of the Tiger Clan's main branch stared in shock at Lin Seventy-Seven's arm lying on the ground.
Other than Lin Seventy-Seven's cries of pain and miserable howls, no one dared make the slightest sound. No one had expected that Lin Seventy-Seven, such a formidable Tiger Clan war general who had rendered countless meritorious services to the main branch, would have one arm severed by a single strike from a junior like Lin Qi! This was Lin Seventy-Seven—a terrifying figure whose combat strength among the twelve Ancient Clans could absolutely rank among the top three hundred!
But everyone had also seen clearly that Lin Seventy-Seven's punch had been intended to take Lin Qi's life. It had been heavy and fast, aimed straight for Lin Qi's heart. It was a merciless blow filled with naked killing intent. Since he had wanted to