"How could this be!"
Luke Hall stared blankly at the broken dagger in his hand, his mind a blank slate.
This was supposed to be a sharp weapon!
Capable of slicing iron as if it were mud!
In the hands of any ordinary person, even a Grandmaster!
If they were stabbed in the back with it, they would be dead on the spot!
But now, the man was completely unharmed?
"You, why is that?"
Elaenor Wood turned around, smiling as he asked.
He had come from Boulevard!
Outside his skin, there was a layer of ancient ice that had solidified over a thousand years!
It was like a protective shield, rendering him impervious to knives and hidden weapons.
"I..." Luke Hall threw away the dagger and took a deep breath, "Prepare to die!"
His right hand transformed into a claw, and he violently reached for Elaenor Wood's face!
Crack!
Elaenor Wood swept with the paper fan in his hand!
A flash of blood followed.
Luke Hall's arm was severed and fell to the ground.
"Hiss..."
