"O...one hand..."
Facing Ning Fan's slightly eerie smile, Wang Meng suddenly felt a shiver of cold, running from his feet up to his head.
At his cultivation level, theoretically, losing a hand was just a small matter; it wasn't difficult to restore it, and the stake wasn't considered big.
But at this moment, Wang Meng suddenly had an intuition that if he really took on this bet and fought Ning Fan, he might regret it for the rest of his life...
Perhaps, Ning Fan had a way to make him lose a hand permanently...
If it was an injury caused by the rules of a Dao method, with his cultivation, he wouldn't be able to restore the severed arm...
"This star of misfortune once destroyed the entire Purple Luo City with a single strike, and the collapse was unstoppable because his divine abilities invoked the rules of Dao methods... He most likely can't deliver such a strike again, it must have been a fluke... But what if he can deliver it again..."
