"My hand... where's my hand?!"
At this moment, Henry Rivera panicked!
Really panicked! His entire body was trembling!
For a martial cultivator to lose a hand is more painful than death!
How did this kid do it?
Though he just stepped into the Grandmaster Realm, Old Mondetta has been in it for three years!
And yet, the two of them together still couldn't kill this kid?
The key point is, the opponent only used one hand the entire time!
What the hell!
This kid is a damn monster!
Since when did Brooksdale have such a figure?
The fear swirling around in his heart made him want to run, but in this situation, how could he possibly flee!
"Young master, I'll hold him off, you run! Once you reach the auction, he won't dare touch you!"
With that, Old Mondetta charged toward me, surrounded by his powerful energy!
Henry Rivera didn't care about anything else, covering his bleeding arm, running towards the alley exit!
His speed was extremely fast!
