What on earth had happened inside the Blood Mist?
The people at the foot of the mountain didn't know, but their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. As for those on Wudang Mountain, they were utterly horrified.
Within the Blood Mist, streaks of Blood Glow slithered like venomous snakes in all directions. One of them shot toward Wujizi. He tried to dodge, but the Blood Glow, moving like a sentient creature, cleaved off his other arm. He had previously used the True Martial Sword to block, but the blade had shattered.
"What?" Seeing this, the Wudang disciples stared as if their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The True Martial Sword was the personal weapon of Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, a first-rate treasure! How could it be so fragile? Now, Wujizi was an armless man.
