Just as Zheng Hu was struggling to fathom Huang Xiao's identity, the sudden, excruciating pain in his right wrist brought him back to his senses.
"Aaaah!" Another piercing scream rang out, echoing above Mist Mountain, startling flocks of birds into flight and sending countless beasts fleeing.
"Wretched girl! Sword Pavilion! I will never share the same sky with you after you severed my hand!" Zheng Hu cradled his severed right hand in his left and cried out, his voice rending heart and lungs.
Only after venting for a while did Zheng Hu leave dejectedly. He knew that with his current strength, he could no longer kill Jiang Liuli. He could only pin his hopes on the Heavenly Evil Sect, hoping that one day his sect would dominate the Jianghu and wipe out the Sword Pavilion to avenge his severed hand!
"What happened?" Standing before Zheng Hu was the hunchbacked Void Martial Realm expert. He had hurried over after hearing Zheng Hu's prolonged cry. Seeing that Zheng Hu had lost a hand, he frowned slightly and asked.
His face rather pale, Zheng Hu nevertheless recounted everything that had just happened.
"So people from both the Demon Hall and the Sword Pavilion must be nearby." As Zheng Hu finished speaking, the other two Void Martial Realm experts also approached. One spoke indifferently; clearly, he had heard what Zheng Hu had just said.
"It seems we cannot waste any more time. We must hurry," the other said.
"My lord, what about those two?" Zheng Hu asked quietly.
Naturally, he hoped the three lords would act. As long as even one of them made a move, both that brat from the Demon Hall and Jiang Liuli would have to die.
But the Hunchbacked Old Man waved a hand. "You may leave. Set that matter