"You are..."
Zhang Hang stared in horror at the man who appeared out of thin air before him, unable to understand where such great strength came from in a body that looked so much frailer than his own.
Swish—
But before he could finish his sentence, a blur of knife light flashed before him.
When the intense pain traveled from his arm to his brain, causing Zhang Hang to let out a scream of agony, he finally realized that in that split second, his right hand had been chopped off!
"Ah! You ***! Do you know who I am? I'll *&#&%!"
At this moment, Zhang Hang was half-kneeling on the ground, howling in pain and cursing like a telegraph machine, while casting his gaze toward the altar on the table.
That's where his hand was placed!
If he could grab it, he could reattach it!
This is the property of the Monkey Claw, one claw for one hand.
