“Ah!” A miserable scream left Xuan Gan’s mouth.0

He pressed against his severed arm, fresh blood still gushing, and retreated with a ghastly pale complexion.0

However, Chen Fan’s complexion was equally pale. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. His eyes shone with a vicious glint, and he threw Xuan Gan’s severed arm back to him.0

On the thumb of this severed arm was a gray thumb ring: Xuan Gan’s storage ring. The ring had the compass that could track Chen Fan. 0

Fully aware that unleashing the Vicious Suppressor Saber at its maximum might couldn't kill Xuan Gan outright, Chen Fan opted for the next best solution: seizing the storage ring. With the prized item finally in his grasp, he exhaled, equal parts relief and exhaus...0