บท 1149: Snatching a Saber with Bare Hands

Four of them turned to look after they heard the sound. The first thing they saw was fresh blood splattering in the air. Yang Fei's arm was severed from his body and fell from the sky.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei was screaming in agony.

'Whoosh!'

Yang Hong's face turned somber. He did not dare to delay as he lifted his arm. An invisible energy swept out and grabbed his son's severed arm.

He moved like a bolt of lightning to his son's side and attempted to the re-attach the severed arm to his body.

'Whoosh!'

Another fleeting sound of sword whistling sounded again. Just like before, Yang Hong and the others did not have time to react.

'Pa!'

"Argh!" It was the sound of something breaking again. Yang Hong, the Peak Master of Yang Peak, groaned as he attempted to endure the pain from having his arm severed. It was the arm that was holding on to his son's severed arm.

Before he managed to attach his son's severed arm, his own arm was severed.