At that moment, Wang Sheng spoke again. "The one who arrived last—cut off one of your arms, then leave!"
Teng Zifeng was thrown into confusion.
The last one to arrive seemed to be the one who had spoken up earlier to stop that man called Zhang Wei!
So why was he being told to cut off his arm?
Outside, the City Guard General's face went deathly pale, his eyes flickering as he thought, Could it be that Shadow has already carried out the plan—and was discovered???
Though he had his suspicions, he was unwilling to admit it just like that.
This was cutting off an entire arm, not a finger.
His strength would definitely suffer a major blow!
When the time came, his dream of dominating a city would be impossible for the rest of his life.
"The one inside, this is Dark Willow City, not your territory! Taking a step back, even if you want to punish me, you should at least ask our City Lord! After all, I am his subordinate!"
With no other choice, the City Guard General brought up that hands-off City Lord.
"The City Lord???"
Wang Sheng asked Fatty Lao, the owner beside him, with a calm expression, "Is he very powerful? A Spirit Douluo, or a Title Douluo?"
"Ahem, ahem..."
Fatty Lao was choked outright by Wang Sheng's question. A Spirit Douluo or a Title Douluo?
Damn it, a remote little city like Dark Willow City only had five Spirit Saints because it was close to the Gloomy Forest.
Otherwise, forget five Spirit Saints—even one or two would make it a relatively powerful city.
And he was asking about Spirit Douluo, Title Douluo—did he think they were stray cats and dogs?!
The entire Bright Moon Kingdom only had eight Title Douluo and a little