This streak of red light came with extraordinary speed, as swift as an arrow, faster than a galloping steed.
If the target had not been Changqing, anyone else likely would have met with disaster; fortunately, Changqing reacted instantly, tilting his head to the side and dodging with ease.
"Watch out!" Suddenly, Fu Bo shouted loudly.
That red light, having just grazed past Changqing's body, whirled back in an instant, aiming straight for the back of Changqing's head.
Changqing couldn't help but roll forward and, with a reverse swing, slashed out with his sword.
Bang!
The treasured sword snapped in response, failing to withstand the force. Changqing felt a sudden lightness; his severed arm flew high into the air.
At first glance, it seemed strangely familiar.
Suddenly, Changqing's eyes widened—it looked like his own arm!
All this happened in less than an instant; by the time Changqing realized it, his right arm was gone, the wound astonishingly smooth and clean.
