C382 This Was the Joy of an Alchemist

Yizang was drenched in blood, cold sweat streaming down his face as a neat, ghastly gash on his right leg revealed bone beneath the flow of fresh blood, sending shivers down one's spine.

True to his word, Xie Feng had indeed shattered his limbs.

He was a man whose actions always matched his promises.

Despite being at the Dao Monarch Stage