Xigui saw this and was unwilling to be outdone. He retracted his neck, and his turtle shell spun through the crowd like a massive wheel or a spinning top. Those who were crushed were either killed instantly or severely injured, as if they had been violently hit by a city wall.
For a moment, there were cries and wails everywhere, creating a scene that was truly shocking.
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't handle you all!"
The ponytailed man, holding a Beilete Micro Machine Gun, was ready to unleash a barrage of wild shooting when suddenly a flash of bright silver light slashed by, and a dismembered hand holding a firearm fell to the ground — it was his own hand.
He screamed in agony, his face no longer showing his previous arrogance, replaced entirely by terror.
It turned out that his hand had been swiftly cut off by Xiang Yu's Emperor's Sword.
