Wang Xia clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he glared at Chen Nan, "Give my brother's life back!"
"Oblivious to death!"
Chen Nan, sparing no extra words, immediately swung his sword at Wang Xia.
After all, Wang Xia possessed the cultivation of the Ninth Layer of Qi Dao. Faced with the threat of death, his body violently struggled, and he finally managed to shift more than ten centimeters to the right, dodging the lethal strike, but his left arm was severed by Chen Nan's blade.
The half-severed arm and fresh blood were suspended in midair, the scene frozen as if in a frame, especially gruesome.
Wang Xia let out a painful cry, his face filled with terror as he looked at Chen Nan, but the latter had no mercy in his heart, the Demon Sword now resting on Wang Xia's neck as he sneered, "I'll ask you one last time, where is the Extreme Cold Treasure?"
Wang Xia was almost scared out of his wits, trembling with pain, "Don't kill me, I'll take you there, I'll take you!"
