"Not good."
A massive sense of crisis struck him, and Qingshan wanted to retreat without thinking, but it was already too late.
Zhang Xiaoshan had grabbed his shoulder in a reverse grip.
"Ah."
In the next moment, before Qingshan could react, his right arm and shoulder had broken, and blood spurted out.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the arena.
"My hand, my hand."
Qingshan howled continuously, but it felt as if all the meridians in his body had been blocked, leaving him incapable of the slightest movement.
"Ah?"
In an instant, Liu Xinran and the other disciples from the Dragon Martial Arts Hall were stunned.
Among their generation of disciples, Qingshan was ranked in the top five in strength, yet he had been subdued in a split second, without even a chance to fight back.
"Save me."
Qingshan managed to turn his head and called out to the crowd for help.
The shocked onlookers finally snapped out of their daze and realized what was happening.
