Chapter 1008: Frightened Yan Tong

Yan Tong stared at the severed hand on the ground, was stunned for two seconds, blinked, and then looked at his wrist again...

Isn't this my hand? What's going on?

His head buzzed, and his eyes were filled with doubt.

Is it really my hand? I didn't feel any pain at all, and there was no blood flowing out. Was I hallucinating?

He bent down to pick up the severed hand and compared it with his wrist.

The fracture was completely consistent, just like a wax figure's arm that had been cut off, the fracture was flat and smooth.

At this moment, blood spurted out from the fracture.

Caught off guard, it was soaked all over, most of it on the face, which looked particularly hideous.

Hiss!

Yan Tong gritted his teeth and took a breath of cold air, and the piercing pain instantly attacked all his nerves.

He quickly sealed the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and took pills to relieve the pain.

The eyes of the other Silver Palace killers shrank, and they looked at Zhang Xing in a flash.

At this point, if they didn't understand that it was this boy who cut off Yan Tong's hand, they would have lived for hundreds of years in vain.

Hall Master Feng Zhong and Deputy Hall Master Yu Li had a different look on their faces. Even they didn't see clearly how the boy made the move.

This didn't look like the behavior of a subordinate disciple. It was clearly the Hall Master who had the power of life and death.

No! He was even more domineering than the Hall Master.

Maybe they all saw it wrong. This kid was not a disciple, but if he was an elder, no one else would know him. This is fucking stupid!

They were also confused.

"Who are you?"

Yan Tong was frightened and stepped back three meters, asking in a cold voice.

This boy's knife was so fast. I'm afraid that even if the Hall Master was alive, he would be no more than this.

His thoughts were the same as Feng Zhong's, and he began to doubt Zhang Xing's origins.

"Why, you don't know me? Didn't you just cry and howl to kill me to avenge your boss?"

Zhang Xing said lightly, without looking up, fiddling with the dinner knife in his hand.

That's right, he used this dinner knife to cut off Yan Tong's right hand.

When everyone heard this, they narrowed their eyes and looked at Zhang Xing carefully.

They had the magic image data of Zhang Xing, but no one thought about it in the previous situation.

Now compared, they are 60% similar.

After all, Zhang Xing has changed too much, plus the difference between magic images and real people, and it's the first time they have seen him, so it's normal not to recognize him.

"You, you are Zhang Xing?"

Yan Tong stared in horror and stepped back three meters.

"How did you get in?"

This place is hidden under the swamp. If no one helps, no one can get in.

Unless you wade through the thousands of miles of swamp.

Zhang Xing obviously wouldn't do that, so someone helped him?

Could it be that the elder came back?

Just as he was guessing, Zhang Xing gave the answer.

"Oh, they brought me in, I have to thank them."

Zhang Xing pointed at Feng Zhong and the other two and said with a smile.

Feng Zhong and Yu Li were stunned. Before entering the secret passage, they had already explored the surrounding area of ​​several thousand meters several times.

They entered only after making sure that no one was following them, but they still got discovered.

"You are Zhang Xing. I heard that Lord Mo died in your hands. You are really a man of great skill and courage. I admire you!"

Yu Li pretended to be sly and said with a fake smile.

"Why, do you want to avenge Mo Liuxia?"

Zhang Xing said directly.

"Of course, Lord Mo and we are old friends, and his enemies are our enemies."

Yu Li had only heard of Zhang Xing's reputation, but he didn't care.

He thought the rumors were exaggerated, and those who died in his hands were probably deceived by his appearance.