With a fierce swipe, "whoosh" — a beam of cold light, infused with endless murderous intent and icy chill, swept through the air, moving as fast as lightning. As it passed, the air was sliced by the blade, leaving a visible distorted trace.
Jingkou Qianqin had no time to react, only feeling a bone-chilling cold instantly invading his body.
Immediately after, a heart-wrenching pain radiated from his arm.
With a "crack," his arm, as if encapsulated in millennia-old ice and struck by a heavy hammer, shattered instantly. The severed arm flew away with warm blood, carving an alarming bloodline through the air.
This scene was like a terrifying nightmare, causing every onlooking Japanese pirate to tremble with fear, the chill surging from their feet to their heads.
