Yan Tong looked at the severed hand on the ground and was stunned for two seconds. He blinked and then looked at his wrist …
"Isn't this my hand?"
"What's going on?"
His mind buzzed, and his eyes were filled with shock and doubt.
"Is it really my hand?"
"I don't feel any pain at all, and there's no blood. Am I hallucinating?"
He bent down to pick up the severed hand and measured it against his own wrist.
The fracture was perfectly matched, without a single difference. It was 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 cut.
Caught off guard, he was drenched. Most of the blood splashed on his face, making him look particularly ferocious.
"Hiss!"
Yan Tong gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air. A heart-wrenching pain instantly attacked all his nerves.
He quickly sealed his acupoints to stop the bleeding and took an elixir to stop the pain.
The other Hall of Silver assassins narrowed their eyes and looked at Zhang Xing.
At this point, if they still didn't understand that it was this young man who cut off Yan Tong's hand, they would have lived hundreds of years in vain.
Palace Lord Feng Zhong and Deputy Palace Master Yu Li were even more shocked. Even they didn't see how the young man did it.
This was not the style of a subordinate disciple. This was clearly the style of a Hall Master who held the power of life and death.
"No!"
"He's even more domineering than a Hall Master."
"Maybe they were all wrong. This kid isn't a disciple, but no one knows if he's an elder. What the hell!"
They were also confused.
"Who the hell are you?"
Yan Tong was frightened. He retreated three meters and asked coldly.
"This young man's knife is so fast. Even a Hall Master wouldn't be able to do it."
His thoughts were the same as Feng Zhong's. He had doubts about Zhang Xing's background.
"Why? Don't you recognize me?
Weren't you crying and howling that you wanted to kill me to avenge your boss? "
Zhang Xing said indifferently. He didn't even raise his head and played with the table knife in his hand.
That's right, he had used this table knife to remove Yan Tong's right hand.
Hearing this, everyone narrowed their eyes at the same time, carefully sizing up Zhang Xing.
They had the information of Zhang Xing's magic images, but in the situation just now, no one thought in that direction.
Now that they were compared, they were sixty to seventy percent similar.
After all, Zhang Xing had changed too much. Furthermore, it was their first time seeing him in person. Therefore, it was normal for them not to recognize him.
"You, you are Zhang Xing?"
Yan Tong widened his eyes in horror and retreated another three meters.
"How did you get in?"
This place was hidden under the swamp. If there was no one to receive them, no one would be able to enter.
That is, unless you have waded through thousands of miles of swamps.
Zhang Xing obviously wouldn't do that. Then, did someone come to his aid?
Could it be that the Great Elder had returned?
Just as he was making wild guesses, Zhang Xing gave him an answer.
"Oh, they were the ones who brought me in. I have to thank them."
Zhang Xing pointed at Feng Zhong and Yu Li and smiled.
Feng Zhong and Yu Li were stunned. Before entering the secret passage, they had already checked the surrounding thousands of meters several times.
They had only come in after making sure that no one was following them. They didn't expect to be discovered.
"So you are Zhang Xing. I heard that Palace Lord Mo died at your hands. You are indeed bold and skilled. I admire you!"
Yu Li said with a fake smile.
"What, you want to avenge Mo Liuxia?"
Zhang Xing said directly.
"Of course, we are old friends with Palace Lord Mo. His enemy is our enemy."
Yu Li had only heard of Zhang Xing's reputation, but he didn't think much of it.
He thought that the rumors were exaggerated. Those who died at his hands were probably fooled by his appearance.