Before Li Yuanhao could react, Yang Jing flipped his wrist, and with a swishing sound, had already gripped the giant axe in his hand, sneering, "Alright!"
As soon as he spoke, the axe flashed, and Li Yuanhao felt a sudden chill on his shoulder. Then he saw his right arm soaring into the sky, followed by a torrent of blood gushing out, which was accompanied by an unbearable pain.
"Ah..."
Li Yuanhao let out a scream, his face turning pale instantly. He clutched his wounded right hand with his left, staggering backward, only to bump into the sofa behind him and fall over.
Looking up at Yang Jing, who was coldly gazing down at him, and the blood-dripping Battle Axe in Yang Jing's hand, Li Yuanhao's body trembled with a flash of fear in his eyes. But he quickly remembered that this was his territory, so he became furious and shouted:
"How dare you harm me! Such audacity! Do you really want to go to war with my Southern Li Family?"
