"Ah!" Han Bing was terrified by the sudden situation, and couldn't help but step back a few steps.
It was precisely these inadvertent steps back from Han Bing that gave Li Xiaobao the time to turn around, and at the same time, his scythe swung fiercely toward Liu Gang's arm.
"Not good!" Liu Gang, having failed to grab Han Bing, sensed the whistling wind behind him and tried to quickly retract his arm.
"Hmph! I'm going to cripple your hand!" Li Xiaobao's angry voice came, as his arm wielding the scythe chopped down harshly.
"Swish!"
A streak of cold light flashed, and people saw the scythe in Li Xiaobao's hand, shimmering with a hint of fire-red, instantly slice across Liu Gang's arm.
"Pfft!" The moment the sound came, Liu Gang's wrists and the blades between his fingers fell to the ground, and at the same time, a spray of fresh blood burst from his arm.
"Ah!" Liu Gang screamed in agony, clutching his disabled arm with a fury and wishing he could devour Li Xiaobao whole.