Chapter 1108: The Twelfth Layer…

"Splat!" Blood sprayed everywhere as Xing Zhong, even though he retreated as fast as he could, still had his arm sliced off by the flash of the Plough Sky Sword. His arm exploded into a cloud of blood, the intense pain making the veins stand out on his forehead and draining the color from his face. Still, he didn't dare say a single word. He bolted without a second thought, terrified the guy would chase him down and finish him off on the spot. As for Hao Fengyang, Xing Zhong knew there was no point...