C8 self-severed arm

The two fists collided in the air! Two powerful energies collided in the air, setting off a violent blast! Sand and rocks flew in the air, astral winds raged!

Guard Disciple's fist only had a maximum of 3000 kilograms of strength, and after Zhao Fan's period of cultivation, he could easily raise his strength to 5000 kilograms with a wave of his hand.

"Crack!"

The two fists that were completely incompatible in terms of strength clashed together. Guard Disciple's fist was like an egg striking a rock. Under the assault of that terrifying destructive aura, the bones on Guard Disciple's fist cracked inch by inch. The destructive energy did not stop.

After saying that, the broken arm of the Guard Disciple went all the way up, and directly entered the interior of his body, causing all of his internal organs to tremble until web-like cracks appeared on them!

With the remaining two thousand kilograms of strength, Guard Disciple didn't even have time to let out a scream as his body was sent flying back like a kite with its string cut! A mouthful of blood sprayed out from the man's mouth!

Fresh blood splattered in the air, dripping onto the clothes of the crowd and turning into countless bright-red patches.

"Gudong!"

Guard Disciple's body was sent flying at least thirty meters back by Zhao Fan's fist, and then, he smashed heavily onto the ground in front of the Wanjing Pavilion's Main Hall!

Zhao Fan leaped up, and then landed in front of his. He coldly stared down at the other party.

"You said that I was trash and you wanted to cripple my cultivation. Now, I will return everything that you've given me back to you!"

Before his voice fell, Zhao Fan had already raised his leg high up, aiming right at the location of the sea of people!

"You dare!"

The Guard Disciple looked at the big foot above his body fearfully, and suddenly started trembling. Currently, he was heavily injured, the bones all over his body had been broken countless of times from Zhao Fan's punch, if his cultivation were to be crippled again, he would not be able to stand up again in this lifetime.

An intense fear filled his entire body. He wanted to open his mouth to stop it, but it was already too late.

Once Zhao Fan lifted his large foot, he did not stop at all, and directly stomped heavily on that person's aurasea!

"Pfft!"

The intense pain made that person scream again and again!

And Zhao Fan, who had done all these, did not even bat an eye.

How is this possible? How was this possible?

Zhao Fan actually defeated the Guard Disciple! And it seemed like he had only used one punch! A simple punch! From the looks of it, he seemed to still have some strength left! How did that trash Zhao Fan suddenly become so powerful?

The most important thing was that Zhao Fan had crippled the cultivation of the severely injured Guard Disciple! Why was he so daring?

The crowd looked on in a daze at what was happening before them. Their hearts were violently beating and they were unable to calm down for a long time.

The image of Zhao Fan as a trash quietly faded away in the eyes of the crowd.

"You all kept on saying that I was trash, and now that your cultivation has been crippled by trash like me, if I were trash, what do you think you are?"

Zhao Fan's foot that was stepping on his Qi Sea still did not move. He condescendingly said in a cold voice.

That's right! Just now, the Guard Disciple had continuously insulted Zhao Fan, saying that he was going to cripple his cultivation. Now, this trash, Zhao Fan, had given everything the other party had wanted to give him back to him. Who could blame this?

That person's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His body was twitching, and it was obvious that he was enduring a great deal of pain. In the face of Zhao Fan's questioning, he was simply speechless.

At this time, within the crowd, the face of Zhou Kai, who had been instigating two Guard Disciple to cripple Zhao Fan, turned ashen. Before this, he had never expected that the Zhao Fan that people would call a trash would actually be so powerful. If he had known earlier, he definitely wouldn't have said things that he shouldn't have.

One of the disciples guarding the gate had already been crippled, so Zhao Fan's gaze landed on another Guard Disciple. This guy also spoke a lot of insulting words, how could Zhao Fan forget about this.

Maybe it was because of Zhao Fan's shocking performance, that Guard Disciple was still in a daze. As if he had felt Zhao Fan's cold gaze on him, the person's body trembled for a moment and his face instantly paled.

His strength and junior's strength were on par with each other, but that junior brother of his couldn't even withstand a single punch. In the end, all of the bones in his body were broken and his cultivation was crippled.

Seeing his junior brother lying on the ground in such pain, that person felt as if he had seen his future self. His body couldn't help but tremble and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he prayed that he would be able to escape this calamity.

At this time, Zhao Fan had already turned around and was walking in the direction of another guard.

"What is this fellow trying to do?"

The crowd was shocked! They all sighed in their hearts at Zhao Fan's boldness. Beating down one person was not enough, it seemed like Zhao Fan was still preparing to deal with the second person.

"It's your turn!"

Standing in front of that person, Zhao Fan said coldly.

"It's your turn!"

This sentence sounded simple, but to that person's ears, it was like a talisman of death. That caused him to tremble in fear! He shouldn't have, he shouldn't have provoked this madman, Zhao Fan. Perhaps this would be the biggest mistake of his life.

"Master, junior apprentice-brother's skill is amazing. I, your senior brother, have seen your might and I know that I am no match for you. I admit defeat. Why don't we just forget about today's battle?"

That person trembled and his body couldn't help but tremble as he spoke. His tone no longer contained the contempt and arrogance from before. Now, there was only fear in his heart.

"Do you think that's possible?"

would obviously not agree to the other party's hypocritical begging. Previously, the two of them had clamored to cripple his cultivation, so if Zhao Fan lost in this battle, the price would be even worse than the person on the ground. Now, Zhao Fan's strength was not weak, and he had defeated one of them. That person knew that he could not defeat her, so he wanted to use a simple "admit defeat" to settle the entire matter.

How could there be such a beautiful scene in the world? If all the Wu Xiu in the world fought according to this pattern, then a real life and death battle would no longer occur.

In a life or death situation, the person in question could just give up and end the battle.

Hearing Zhao Fan's simple words, his expression froze. Then he returned to normal and asked, "What do you want?"

"I am too lazy to personally act against people like you. You can either break one of your arms or I will cripple your cultivation. You choose."

Zhao Fan said in a mocking tone. There was also an unquestionable tone to the words.

Why was Zhao Fan so confident for the Guard Disciple to cut off one of his arms! If he didn't lose an arm, his cultivation would be crippled. This was an undisguised threat!

"Are you that confident?"

Guard Disciple knew that he wouldn't be able to escape this calamity no matter what, so there was no need to act so lowly like before.

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

Zhao Fan's words were still domineering, not giving the other party the slightest leeway.

Guard Disciple's eyes flickered unsteadily, his expression constantly changing, as though he was in an intense mental struggle. Finally, he heard a furious roar as he raised one of his arms high into the air. Then, he suddenly realized that his other arm had smashed down!

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was heard! Guard Disciple was trembling from head to toe, his face was pale white, his forehead was drenched in perspiration, and one of his arms was abnormally curved.

The pupils of the crowd constricted. Because the Guard Disciple was afraid of Zhao Fan, he actually severed his own arm!

This Zhao Fan was too overbearing, the Guard Disciple had insulted him because he was a trash, one had his cultivation destroyed, and the other had severed his own arm. The price for insulting someone was a bit too painful.

"Zhao Fan! I have remembered the grudge of losing an arm! "

Then, he arrived in front of the other Guard Disciple that Zhao Fan had crippled. Picking up the other party's body, he slowly left the place.

Zhao Fan did not look at the two who left in such a sorry state, his ice cold eyes swept across the crowd, causing the hearts of the crowd to involuntarily tighten, as though he was afraid of Zhao Fan's sharp gaze.

After looking around, the Zhou Kai who had ordered two of his guards to cripple his cultivation was nowhere to be seen. Maybe because he saw how strong Zhao Fan was, and was afraid that Zhao Fan would waste some time to deal with him, so when the two Guard Disciple s left, he had already escaped.

Zhao Fan ignored a despicable person and directly stepped into the Wanjing Pavilion.

The spectators outside the Wanjing Pavilion Hall also gradually dispersed.

The first thing that came into view after entering the Wanjing Pavilion was not the incomparably vast library area, but rather a small room.

In the middle of the small room was an old man with a head full of white hair. He did not emit any sort of aura, making him look very ordinary. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him.

The old man's eyes were closed as he lazily reclined in an armchair. He was completely motionless, as if he were in a dream.