C317 (1/2)

Just like that, Ling Yan quietly watched Ben Ying's fist strike towards him with an explosive strength. Surprisingly, his expression was calm, as if he was not facing an initial stage martial cultivator of the fifth level of the Mortal Realm who had gone through the addition of a variety of talisman paper and was an insignificant little nobody.

The sharp fist wind brought along a huge force that could split mountains and shatter rocks as it smashed onto Ling Yan's face. Ling Yan could even feel a slight stabbing pain coming from the surface of his skin, and saw Ben Ying's sinister and terrifying smile.

At that moment!

An extremely dazzling golden light enveloped Ling Yan, following that, an extremely powerful aura burst out from Ling Yan's body, like a volcanic eruption, hurricane roared!

Ling Yan, who was enveloped under the dazzling golden light, seemed as if a god had possessed his body. He clenched his fist into a fist and pointed his index finger straight ahead, aiming straight at the huge fist that was flying over at him.

Ling Yan smiled indifferently.

Heavenly Thunder Finger!

A golden light suddenly shot out from Ling Yan's index finger.

”Bam!”

He felt something fly out before landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

Ben Ying's sinister smile froze, his eyes were in a daze, he lowered his head and stared at his empty right arm, as though he was thinking where his right arm had gone to.

In the next second, a 'bang' sound was heard. It was as if a water tap had burst open. A large amount of scarlet blood spurted out of the wound on his shoulder and arm. Following that, an intense wave of pain gushed over like a surging tide.

Ah!

Ben Ying immediately let out a miserable cry, his left hand desperately grabbed onto the shoulder of his severed right arm. The pain made his entire body begin to tremble, and his face instantly became a lot paler.

”Da Da Da ~”

Hearing the footsteps, Ben Ying turned his head, seeing the cold face of Ling Yan as he walked slowly towards him, a chill immediately ran up his spine, and in his eyes there was fear, as he unconsciously took a few steps back.

”Junior Brother Ling Yan, if you have something to say, say it, if you have to say it.”

Having lost his right arm, Ben Ying's fighting strength had been greatly reduced. In addition to the excessive loss of blood, the excessive circulation of his techniques had caused the poison's attack to speed up.

He subconsciously activated the agility, wanting to escape this place.