Boom!
Accompanied by the loud noise, not only the ground trembled, but also the hearts of the people!
This time, Michael exerted more strength, and Zuo Qiu Chun was killed instantly, unable to stand up again.
Zuo Qiu Yang felt dizzy, feeling everything in front of him seemed surreal.
A second ago, he was thinking about how to torment Michael. The next moment, his father's corpse lay before his eyes.
He felt as if he fell into an ice cave. Noticing Michael's gaze on him, he jolted and immediately reached out to capture Yu Qianyu next to him.
Seeing this, Isabella smirks. Sure enough, just like what she had foreseen, Zuo Qiu Yang's right arm was severed from his shoulder and fell to the ground.
"Ah! My hand! My hand!"
Zuo Qiu Yang held his bleeding severed arm and rolled on the ground.
With a flick of his finger, Michael caused his left hand to also separate from his body.
"You'd like to do the honors?" he asked Yu Qianyu.