For a moment, almost everyone's eyes, whether openly or secretly, were on Xuanyuan Moze and Han Rong.
They also couldn't guess how the master would deal with Han Rong who had crossed the line. After all, the fact that he was worthy of being called Uncle Han by the master was enough to prove that he was different from them.
But even so, after he wanted to kill Fengjiu, would the master still let him go
The atmosphere seemed to condense at this moment, and everyone held their breath, watching without taking a breath.
After Han Rong stood up with his seriously injured body, he also looked at Xuanyuan Moze, his lips moved slightly, and he said: "Ah..."
“Hiss! Ah!”
Just as he opened his mouth to say the first word, a sharp scream with gasps came out before the word "Ze" was uttered. The sound cut through the sky, rushed into the clouds, and hit everyone's eardrums. Along with the splashing blood in front of their eyes, it deeply shocked everyone's vision and hearts.
They only saw the master raise his hand, and a sharp blade of air flew out, chopping off Han Rong's right arm. The moment the arm was severed and flew out, blood splattered all over the ground, which was shocking...
Everyone's heart tightened. At this moment, they lowered their heads, not daring to look at their master's expression. They just stared at the blood splattered on the ground and the broken arm, as well as Han Rong who covered his broken arm and endured the pain after a scream. They looked at the disbelief on his face, the unacceptability on his face, and the crazy hatred growing in his eyes.
Xuanyuan Moze withdrew his hand, and stood with his hands behind his back. His deep eyes were as deep as a pool and icy cold to the bone. He looked down at Han Rong who was sitting on the ground, and a cold and ruthless voice came out of his mouth with bloodthirsty murderous intent.
"I told you not to touch my woman! It seems you don't take it to heart. You think I won't kill you? Even though you watched me grow up, you still don't understand me."
He stared at the man who was sitting in a daze with icy eyes that chilled his bones, watching the blood at his shoulder level oozing out from between his palms, dripping onto the ground and bursting into snowflakes.
"I call you Uncle Han because you have been with my mother for many years and saved my mother and I when we were young. However, I do not allow you to control me as an elder, nor do I allow you to kill my woman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his palm, and a force burst out from his palm, directly sucking the person on the ground over. A powerful spiritual energy condensed on his palm, and slapped his dantian through the air, shattering his dantian with one palm, destroying his cultivation in a whole body of people's shocked eyes, and then he raised his hand and threw him back to the ground.
"You've touched my reverse scale. This is the price you'll pay!"
Xuanyuan Moze flicked his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke in a cold voice that contained a terrifying pressure: "Ying Yi Gray Wolf, expel him from the Imperial City and never allow him to set foot in the Imperial City again!"
"Yes!" The two men responded in a deep voice, stepped forward and took the person out.
At this time, Han Rong had one arm broken, his cultivation was wasted and he was seriously injured. He was no longer able to speak. He just stared at Feng Jiu with a pair of sinister eyes, as if he wanted to remember her face in his mind.