"Ah!"
Feng Wuchen twisted Xiang Yan's arm and ripped it off, causing Xiang Yan to let out a pig-like scream.
The people of the Rakshasa Holy Temple shouted with satisfaction, feeling elated.
Xiang Yan's arrogance made them extremely displeased.
Feng Wuchen casually tossed aside the twisted arm, and coldly said, "Not only did I move against you, I twisted off your arm, and I dare to kill you as well."
"Feng Wuchen! I will never forgive you!" Xiang Yan roared furiously.
"Now that I've twisted off your arm, what can you do to me?" Feng Wuchen said coldly.
"Feng Wuchen! Do you know who I am?" Xiang Yan roared in rage, his eyes bloodshot, full of killing intent.
"What does your identity have to do with me? All you need to know is what happens to those who threaten me, and what becomes of those who flaunt their power in the Rakshasa Holy Temple." Feng Wuchen said indifferently.
"You!" Xiang Yan was furious.
