The Young Man Takes Up the Sword Again

"What's going on?" The bald man suddenly felt a palpitation. Through the previous battle, he had already understood the opponent's strength. Although she was among the top in the younger generation, she shouldn't pose such a threat to him.

The sword lights and flames were already in front of him. Without time to think, he quickly struck out several palms, and the black palm prints neutralized the sword lights. Even with flames approaching, he showed no fear. He quickly extinguished the flames with a sweep of his hand, but a strand of flame passed through his fingers and entered his arm.

The bald man felt a sudden pain in his right arm, a piercing ache that looked towards his arm. He found that the once flesh-filled arm had dried up at some point, devoid of any blood color, and had even shriveled.

Moreover, this bizarre withering continued to spread upward. The bald man, a decisive person, naturally valued his life more than an arm.