No one could believe what they had just witnessed.
Wang Shanzhi possessed a low-grade magical artifact that multiplied his combat strength several times over, yet Jun Wangchen had severed his hand?
They could not believe it, but they had no choice. Jun Wangchen had indeed accomplished something none of them had thought possible.
Zhou Fangzun and the others looked utterly stunned. Although they knew Jun Wangchen was exceptionally gifted, only now did they realize they had still underestimated his strength.
While the Zhou Family stood in shock, everyone on the Wang Family's side paled.
"Jun Wangchen, you're courting death!" Seeing Wang Shanzhi missing a hand, Wang He roared in uncontrollable fury. His voice rolled like thunder, carrying far into the distance.
Although Jun Wangchen's formidable strength had shaken him too, the agony of seeing his son's severed arm left his eyes blazing with rage.
Losing an arm meant his son had lost most of his strength. No matter how well he progressed in the future, he would probably never advance beyond the Black Tier.
Consumed by fury, he no longer cared that this was a duel to the death. The aura of a Black Tier martial artist surged from him like a raging tide.
Everyone nearby felt a powerful pressure bear down on them, making it difficult to breathe. Some non-martial artists standing close to Wang He even began bleeding from the corners of their mouths under the force of his Black Tier aura.
"Die!" Wang He bellowed, striking at Jun Wangchen with his palm.
"Watch out, young friend Jun!"
The moment Jun Wangchen severed Wang Shanzhi's arm, Zhou Fangzun had anticipated that Wang He would lose his mind and attack him. As soon as Wang He moved, Zhou Fangzun flashed in front of Jun Wangchen and raised his palm