Yang Dingkun stared widely at Yi Yun with fear as he grabbed his calf that no longer had a foot.
“You…you…”
His voice trembled. He could not even complete a sentence.
To Yuan foundation realm warriors, if their foot was cut off, the foot could be joined back with good medicine. It could completely recover in a few months.
However, if the foot was smashed into meat pulp, then there was no way of recovering it. Only top-grade medicines could regrow a lost limb. However, with Yang Dingkun’s status and wealth, it was practically impossible for him to obtain such medicine.
Hence, Yang Dingkun’s foot was equivalent to being completely disabled!
A warrior whose foot was disabled was worse than a warrior missing a hand. The despair Yang Dingkun now felt was obvious!
Yi Yun held the brick stained with meat pulp and blood while looking at Yang Dingkun. He said calmly, “You do not need to feel despair. Today, you will die here. Having one foot less or not does not matter.”
Yi Yun’s voice may sound calm, but it was filled with murderous intent.
Yang Yuefeng, who was beside Yang Dingkun, still held a dagger in his hand. A drop of cold sweat cr down his forehead.
“How… How is this possible? Your cultivation was clearly crippled!”
Previously, when Yang Dingkun and Yang Yuefeng entered the chamber, they had clearly seen Yi Yun covered in ice crystals, as if he was poisoned by frost toxins.
However, in a blink of an eye, all the ice crystals disappeared and Yi Yun’s Yuan Qi had exploded!
“Crippled cultivation?” Yi Yun sneered, “Whatever you do to me, and whatever you wanted to do to me but have not done, I will return all of them to the both of you identically! Regardless whether it is you, or the Shen Tu family clan!”
When Yi Yun said this, his body emitted an unlimited amount of murderous intent. A phantom image of a corpse mountain and blood sea appeared behind him.