The sword light circulated, pure as the moonlight, illuminating the entire sky.
This sword strike, simple and clean, imbibed blood in an instant.
Bang!
The middle-aged man's only remaining arm was severed by a sword, blood gushing out.
"Ah!"
This time, the middle-aged man came to his senses quicker, and upon seeing his last arm chopped off, his eyebrows inverted in fury, with steam almost coming out of his nostrils.
"You damn ant..."
"Without an arm, you're even less than an ant." Ye Qiu said indifferently, standing tall and straight on the ground, his tattered clothes still making him stand out.
Especially for the several elders witnessing this scene, they were all stunned, thinking, again?
Their gazes towards Ye Qiu were both astonished and peculiar, "Could this kid be an old monster in disguise?"
"Such a terrifying young man, actually capable of this extent, he indeed might turn the Capital City upside down!"
