Inoue Sakura's face lit up with joy, it was actually Ling Feng's voice. Conversely, the look on the Great Elder's face was one of horror, "Who are you, and how could you possibly enter my domain?"
With a whoosh, a white light carrying a chill, the Great Elder felt his right hand freeze, then watched helplessly as his right arm was severed at the root, the cut as smooth as a mirror, with a thin layer of frost forming on the cut surface, sealing the flow of blood!
"My hand! My hand!" The Great Elder's eyes bulged, the intense pain almost robbing him of his ability to think.
Ling Feng withdrew the white light from his hand and looked at Inoue Sakura, saying, "Aren't you going to get up quickly, or are you waiting to be served your meal?"
