Chapter 975

Bang!

The old man, akin to a shot-down wild goose, heavily slammed into the lake of blood.

In less than a breath's time, he sprang out of the lake. His whole body was stained red with blood, making him appear grotesque. What was truly shocking, however, was his right palm had disappeared, slashed off cleanly by Michael!

A cultivator in the Serpent Dragon Realm could produce an extraordinarily vigorous flow of vital energy; even if a palm was severed, let alone all four limbs, they wouldn't fall for quite a while.

Clutching his severed wrist with his other hand, he looked at Michael in shock and anger, teeth grinding as he spat, "Just who the hell are you? At the fourth level of the Serpent Dragon Realm, and at such a young age, how is it possible for you to master such a sword technique?"