Wu Jianhong did not have time to say even a single word when a flash of silver light shone in the middle of the snowy plains and immediately followed with an earth-shaking howl of pain stretching to the horizon.
Xuanyuan Wentian's eyes looked like they were about to rupture with red veins covering the sclera while his pupils were considerably constricted as he stared at Shagguan Bing Xue. The sound of his teeth gnashing rang out along with the small grunts of pain that involuntarily leaked from his mouth as his blood congealed over the neat cut that had severed his remaining arm.
Wu Jianhong sighed as he saw Xuanyuan Wentian's arm on the ground and a complicated glint shone in his eyes as he muttered under his breath, "I'm afraid that wielding a sword again will no longer be possible..."