Who Dares to Harm My Brother

"Ah... my arm, my hand."

A disciple of the Breaking Sky Sect screamed in agony, his cries echoing through the heavens.

The severed arm brought not only physical pain but also a deep sense of despair from within.

His life was now deemed over; even if he survived today, he would become a mere cripple.

His cultivation, once destined for the mid-stage of the Flying Realm, would now face insurmountable challenges.

Endless despair shrouded his heart.

At his age, with such achievements, his future seemed boundless.

However, in the battle against Bai Zhan today, all his prospects were shattered.

"Is this the mighty Breaking Sky Sect?"

Bai Zhan, hands on hips, couldn't pass up this perfect opportunity for mockery.

Ahead, a dozen people stood dumbfounded. Even Senior Brother Xu, leading them, displayed a look of shock.