A cold breath burst out from his body. He was not angry or took action, but he was filled with murderous aura. A terrifying coercion emanated from his body. The terrible oppression suppressed everyone present, and there were layers of cold sweat on their foreheads.
The soft and dazzling white light blocked Qing Lian's attack, and a contemptuous smile flashed across his eyes: "How long do you think you can breathe under this blue sky?"
Xie Si's deep voice is full of danger, with a deadly charm that can be fatal.
There was a hint of shock in Qing Lian's eyes, and he was filled with great horror: "You...your strength..."
The strength of this woman in white, that powerful force, far exceeded him.
How could an ordinary person possess such terrifying strength and such terrifying pressure?
In front of her, his attacks were like an egg against a rock. He was overestimating his own abilities and was seeking death.
Mu Hanyue narrowed her eyes lazily and smiled softly: "I wanted to give you an easy way to die and let the rules of heaven and earth punish you. But you are so provocative, how do you think I should deal with you?"
After finishing his words, before Qing Lian could say anything, his eyes suddenly froze, murderous aura flashed around his body, he raised his hand, waved his bare hand, and white light flashed.
"Ah..." Qing Lian's body suddenly froze, he looked up to the sky and roared, shouting in pain! There was a touch of unbearable pain and fear in his voice, and his whole body was constantly trembling.
Under the golden light, the blood was very bright and coquettish, and very pungent.
Two bloody arms were lying on the ground, and Qing Lian's sleeves and robes had no support and were hanging down weakly. The blood was still flowing drop by drop, making a crisp sound.
Smelling the pungent smell of blood, Mu Hanyue smiled coldly: "This is just a small lesson. I have dirty my hands by attacking you."
Such a small person is simply not worth her taking action.
Qinglian's body was swaying in mid-air, with a dull and empty look in his eyes. His back stiffened, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body quickly hit the ground with a loud noise.
His hands are gone, and the most important thing is gone. What else can he do, and what is its use?
His eyes were still empty and his face was pale and bloodless. The common cause was excessive blood loss, and more often it was the pain of losing those arms.
Blood kept coming out from both sides, but Qing Lian seemed to be unconscious. He repeatedly murmured in a low voice: "It's gone... nothing is gone..."
A lifetime of hard work, a lifetime of hard work to gain the power and status, as well as money and status, are all gone.
Ignoring Qing Lian who was on the ground and lost his will to live, Mu Hanyue raised her head and glanced at everyone present, her expression cold and emotionless: "Today's bet has been witnessed by everyone. The outcome has been decided, and I don't want to do it again."
Say more.”
After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at Sheng Wuyou and Qi Yan on the referee's bench, and said indifferently: "Can we announce the winner of the second game and proceed to the third game?"
After doing everything that needs to be done, it is time to leave. There is no extra time to stay.
He has a cold and indifferent personality, ruthless methods, ruthless and sloppy attacks, and taking someone's arm is just a matter of the blink of an eye.
Who would dare to provoke such a woman in white and such a strong person? That would simply mean she doesn’t want to live anymore.