Jiang Fan had been prepared for him!
His gaze turned icy, and he decided not to hold back anymore.
He spun around and unleashed the ultimate strike from the "Heavenly Battle Nine Forms!"
"Sky Opening!"
Crack—
A punch and a palm clash, but there wasn't a fierce sound of impact.
Under Jiang Fan's full release of body techniques, the Spiritual Power swirling in Nie Yunzhuo's palm was instantly scattered.
The overwhelming and unparalleled force smashed into his palm, surged through his arm, and crushed the bones inch by inch.
It produced a series of cracking sounds like dry wood being snapped.
"Ah!!!"
Nie Yunzhuo fell heavily to the ground, and the pain from the broken bones gradually overwhelmed him, causing him to scream like a slaughtered pig.
"My hand!"
"Ow! My hand!!"
His face twisted in agony, pale as a sheet, as he rolled incessantly on the ground.
"Yunzhuo!"
Everything happened so quickly that Nie Yunxi didn't even have time to intervene.
