The crisp sound of bone cracking, the man's wrist has been twisted into a weird arc, Ye Zimo dropped the man's wrist and smiled gently, "Your left hand is no longer preserved, do you still want your right hand?"

Xia Zihan felt the slight tremor of Yezi ink leaning on his half shoulder, and the wound of Yezi ink had split. Now they were all supporting, raising their feet and stepping on the back of the man's feet fiercely: "Come on! Otherwise I'll let him beat you flat."

There was a burst of laughter from the people around him, a spat from the man, and a flush of red and...