C1689 A Bitter Battle

"Bang!" A muffled explosion rang out as an arm was pierced through in an instant, blood spurting wildly. Zhou Yan's face turned ghostly pale. He looked down to see his shoulder had vanished, the very body he took pride in, now ruined by that single slash of sword light. His expression grew even more ghastly.

Zhou Yan scanned the crowd, only to find that no one had made a move