"You... you vile thief, how dare you harm me!" Ling Zhuang gritted his teeth as he spoke, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness.
Shi Feiyang's expression was stern, his gaze intense like a torch, as he replied, "You villain, you've been wreaking havoc in the Jianghu, committing countless evil deeds. Today is your retribution. In this world of Jianghu, justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent. Prepare to meet your end!"
Having said this, Shi Feiyang swung his palms again, carrying a fierce wind, akin to an enraged lion, attacking Ling Zhuang.
Despite the excruciating pain in his severed arm, Ling Zhuang resisted desperately, gathering a breath of True Qi, using his left hand to continue the insidious "Seven Cultivator's Finger."
