C282 They Were Ghosts

"My arm?" Hua Third Young Master looked at his arms in confusion.

"Ah... Where is my right arm? Where is my right arm?" A scream was heard. He realized that his right arm had been severed from his shoulder at some point in time. The incision was as smooth as a mirror.

"Stop arguing. Fleeing is more important!" The Fourth Elder snorted coldly. His Paradise appeared and protected him