C40 Knife cut off arm

He simply didn't know how he should treat others in the future.

"Huang Jian, you have always prided yourself on being a genius, proud of your title of being the seventh ranked outer sect disciple. Actually, you have only been suppressing me with that realm you think you are at, but even with your realm being three levels higher than me, you still could not withstand two of my attacks. This kind of trash dares to call himself a genius. I truly dare to blush for you. "

Zhao Fan's face was filled with disdain and ridicule, causing him to sink into a deep state of shame and anger.

"If our realms are equal, not only can I instantly kill you, your title of genius is not even considered trash in front of me!"

Zhao Fan's voice rumbled like a sharp knife, every word seemed to be viciously stabbing into Huang Jian's heart.

's eyes turned scarlet red and his body trembled violently. The hatred that seeped into his bones made him unable to suppress the anger in his heart. When had he, Huang Jian, ever been humiliated like this?

"I want you dead!"

With a roar, Huang Jian's body explosively shot out, and a faint cold light flashed in his hand. Looking back, it should be an extremely well-hidden dagger, as though he had gone insane, it pierced towards Zhao Fan's body! to pierce through Zhao Fan's body!

Zhao Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, it seemed like Huang Jian had lost his head due to the hatred, and entered a crazed state, charging straight at him like this, wouldn't that be asking for death?

How could Zhao Fan let go of such a good opportunity? He still clearly remembered the scene where Huang Jian humiliated Liu Zhong earlier, and this matter gave him ample reason to kill Huang Jian and wash away the humiliation he had suffered.

Zhao Fan's gaze suddenly became sharp, the blade beam in his hand continued to slash downwards!

The space where the resplendent saber light was flickering seemed as if it was going to split open the sky! An endless amount of blades intended to slash at Huang Jian's body!

"Crack!"

The blade light cut through the air, the aura behind it became a rainbow, in a flash, the blood light appeared, and Huang Jian's hand that was holding onto the dagger was instantly sliced off by the terrifying blade light! Fresh blood splattered in the air as the severed arm and a snow-white dagger fell to the ground.

Huang Jian let out a blood-curdling screech, that voice was filled with unwillingness and endless hatred towards Zhao Fan.

"Want to kill? I'll take your arm first! "

Zhao Fan's face revealed a teasing expression: "Next is your life!"

In the next moment, an ice-cold killing intent surged out from Zhao Fan's body, directly locking onto his body, causing Huang Jian, who had just lost an arm, to tremble once again. His face instantly became as white as paper, and he knew that if Zhao Fan really wanted to kill him now, he would not be able to resist at all, and would only be waiting to die.

It was the first time in the sixteen years since Huang Jian was born that he felt the threat of death. The fear that came from the soul caused his body to tremble slightly, and he actually had the thought of begging Zhao Fan for mercy.

But it was already too late, Zhao Fan's palm that was absorbing the terrifying blade light had already slashed down, wanting to cut Huang Jian's body into pieces!

Huang Jian's eyes widened, as if he found it hard to accept everything. His young life, just because of a moment of showing off his might, had he offended a Zhao Fan of a whole realm, who was much lower than him, to end like this?

Huang Jian's eyes were scarlet red, the fear of having his liver and gallbladder burst permeated through all the cells of his body.

"No!"

Seeing the blade beam that could tear through everything slashing at his head, Huang Jian closed his despairing eyes, as though he was waiting for death to befall him.

Shen Tianjiao's eyes were glazed over, and all sorts of complex emotions intertwined together in his heart. Not only had the previously arrogant and lofty Huang Jian been cut off an arm by the youth they called a trash, but his life had also ended in the hands of this youth.

If Zhao Fan was a trash, then what could Shen Tianjiao and Huang Jian be counted as?

Thinking of this, Shen Tianjiao couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority.

"You actually tried to harm your own fellow sect member, you deserve to be punished!"

Right at this moment, a cold voice spread out in the sky. This voice was not loud, but carried a terrifying pressure, and as the pressure rolled over, it directly pressed onto Zhao Fan's body, causing his body to suddenly become heavy, as though he was carrying an ancient mountain. He only felt his heart start to beat violently, and his face became pale white.

He only felt that his body was like a small boat within a violent storm, constantly swaying. It was so small, so insignificant, that it could be swallowed up by the fierce storm at any moment.

"Hua!"

Under the strong pressure, Zhao Fan finally could not hold on any longer. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he jumped back a few steps, his face became pale, but he still straightened his body, and showed a stubborn and unyielding expression on Zhao Fan's face.

There was no need to doubt the terror of that suppression. Even the blade beam of light that Zhao Fan had just slashed out was annihilated by that terrifying suppression.

The killing intent that was locked onto his body disappeared at this moment, and Huang Jian only felt a sense of relaxation. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure appearing from the sky, flashing directly in front of him.

After clearly seeing the newcomer's face, a hint of joy emerged from Huang Jian's despairing expression.

"Uncle, you're here!"

The person who arrived was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He wore a purple robe and had a cold and indifferent expression, giving people a sense of might when they looked at him without getting angry.

This middle-aged man was Huang Jian's uncle, but he had another important identity, the Heaven's Man Martial Hall's Inner Elder.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fan also recognized this person. He was precisely the Zhou Changchun who had mocked and ridiculed Zhao Fan during the outer sect examination a few days ago and suffered a humiliation in the end.

"So this Zhou Changchun is actually Huang Jian's uncle."

After clearly seeing the middle-aged man's face, Zhao Fan frowned, thinking back to what happened in the Tian Ren Martial Hall's martial arts arena, Zhao Fan's heart started to have a bad feeling.

"En!"

Zhou Changchun nodded his head and replied, after that he saw Huang Jian's entire body covered in blood, the miserable state of having one of his arms cut off, Zhou Changchun's face ashened and he asked: "Who caused you to become like this?"

Hearing Zhou Changchun's question, Huang Jian's expression became ice-cold, and stared at the nearby Zhao Fan with venomous eyes as he roared: "The reason my nephew is in such a miserable state is all because of this person!"

Zhou Changchun's gaze fell upon Zhao Fan's incomparably cold body. He should have already seen the battle between Huang Jian and the other party earlier, so he asked this question as if it was on purpose.

"I didn't expect a waste like you would think this through!" However, even if you have the strength now, so what? You heavily injured your fellow sect members in broad daylight, if not for my timely appearance here, Huang Jian would have already been killed by you.