C44 Break Your Own Arm

You cut off the one-arms.

Mentor Leng Jun, who was wearing a black robe, stood in the middle of the room. He looked mighty without being angry, and the terrifying pressure of a Reaching Soul State warrior was fully unleashed.

All the surrounding students avoided his eyes, which were as cold as Demonic Beasts. . .

When his ice-cold bone-piercing's gaze left Zhao Ming's body