On Dragon Island, within a certain forest, Fang Cangsong was tending to his wounds. The bleeding from his severed arm had stopped, but the limb had not regrown. A Grandmaster did not possess the ability to regenerate a lost limb.
That damn brat, I will not let you get away with this. When I catch you, I will shatter every bone in your body! I will pull out your tendons and skin you alive, making your life a living hell! Fang Cangsong gnashed his teeth, hating Lin Xuan with every fiber of his being.
The last time they had clashed, the Fang Family's formidable army was utterly annihilated. He, on the other hand, had been forced to scurry away like a stray dog, hiding in the shadows and not even daring to return to his clan. This time, he had lost an arm to his foe. The thought infuriated him. That brat actually possessed a Divine Sword, which had completely caught him by surprise.
