Within a split second, Elder Qiu's face turned a deathly ashen as he ruthlessly gritted his teeth and suddenly waved his right arm to block Ling Chuxi's fiercely approaching blade as he retreated speedily at the same time.
With a miserable grunt, blood was sent spraying and an arm flew off. Elder Qiu's vicious expression also changed completely due to the searing pain he felt.
The figures in black who were surrounding Ling Yichen heard the miserable cry of Elder Qiu and subconsciously looked over at him from the corners of their eyes. When they saw that where there should have been an arm, there was only a shoulder and the blood gurgling from the wound, all their expressions changed.
"Good, good. To have such schemes at such a young age, I admire you, I really admire you," gasped Elder Qiu. He could also be considered stubborn. After taking more than ten steps back, he still stood straight without collapsing and said such a thing to Ling Chuxi ruthlessly.
