Gao Xin, seeing only an arm chopped off, felt somewhat disappointed.
Both parties were now offensively strong but defensively weak. The opponent, having an arm severed, didn't even grunt, and his residual power was still evident, so he dared not recklessly pursue.
He said, "What's wrong? Weren't you asking for the axe?"
Silver Hand hoarsely said, "You, knowing I'm blind, still try to deceive and ambush me?"
Gao Xin sighed, "Wasn't it you who deceived me first?"
This time, no one mentioned giving him the axe to negotiate peace anymore—they all fervently started attacking!
Silver Hand was previously too terrifying, seemingly indestructible, his body scorched by flames, resembling a dreadful ghost out of a nightmare.
Yet, he casually walked down, boasting about his unbelievable potential.
Many on site were truly scared witless, feeling that even with an axe, Gao Xin was no match, thus they desperately sought peace.