THUNK!
A bizarrely shaped black dagger plunged crookedly into the table in front of Wu Mei.
Wu Mei knew that the recent whistling sound and the severing of Liang Dajun's right hand were both caused by this oddly shaped dagger.
"AH... HISS... AH..." Only then did Liang Dajun, whose wrist had been severed, feel the pain. He screamed, unable to form a complete sentence. His right wrist gushed blood, and within seconds, the ground was covered in it.
"The Poison Sting Dagger?! Who dares to be so bold as to provoke my Qingzi Sect!" Seeing Liang Dajun's wrist severed, Chen Ming's immediate thought was that someone wanted to kill him. His expression changed drastically. He shot to his feet, flipped the table in front of him, and used it as a makeshift shield.
At that moment, Chen Ming was too focused on self-preservation to spare a thought for Liang Dajun with his severed hand, let alone Wu Mei.
