An Iron Plate
This sudden change suddenly caused everyone to take a cold breath. That was even more true for the fourth prince, his face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots, and the middle-aged men next to him also lost their colors.
In the next moment, their bodies suddenly exuded a monstrous killing intent as they unleashed their frightening Martial Saints' auras which rose like a rainbow that crossed the sky. In just a moment, their presence was like a storm and caused the innocent young attendant to shiver in cold chills.
From this sudden exchange, they could tell that Ling Wei and the others weren't some simple beastmen. To be able to rip off the hand of a 3rd Tribulation Martial Saint with brute alone wasn't something anyone could accomplish.
Not only that, he was so fast that they didn't see him move. It wasn't until when he ripped off the hand of their companion that they've realized he had made a move.