Xiangxiu’s dharma treasure, Wuchen, flew out like a shooting star, striking Inoue Yu’s wrist with lethal precision.
*Splut.*
Inoue Yu’s hand, which had been gripping his soft sword, was severed clean at the wrist. The hand, still clutching the weapon, plummeted from mid-air to the ground. A fountain of blood erupted from Inoue Yu’s wrist, spraying with the pressure of a broken water main.
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