Crippling Zhao Sheng

Crippling Zhao Sheng

The disciples of the Heibai Academy all looked towards Zhao Sheng in unison.

Fresh blood splattered everywhere. Zhao Sheng's arms drooped weakly, and his left shoulder had caved in.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine. They felt both fear and disbelief.

Great Elder Zhao Sheng was the number one expert of the Heibai Academy, second only to the Academy Master.

With the support of the Eight Gates Immortal Slaying Array, he had the strength of the peak of the Heavenly Surge Realm.

Even so, he still couldn't last a round against He Chuan.

It was simply inconceivable!

"Great Elder Zhao, how does it feel to have your arm broken?" He Chuan, who had defeated Zhao Sheng, said with a faint smile.

He had only broken his arms. He still has legs!

Everyone's gazes could not help but once again look at the wailing Zhao Sheng, feeling pity in their hearts.

The Great Elder would definitely die.