Jiang Fan had long been on guard against him!
His eyes turned cold, and he was no longer holding back.
He turned around and unleashed the ultimate strike of the "Heavenly Battle Nine Forms"!
"Sky Opening!"
Crack—
A punch and a palm did not collide with a fierce sound.
Under Jiang Fan's full use of body techniques, the Spiritual Power in Nie Yunzhuo's palm was instantly dispersed.
The overwhelming strength struck his palm, surged into his arm, and crushed his arm bones inch by inch.
The sound of dry wood breaking echoed continuously.
"Ah!!!"
Nie Yunzhuo fell heavily to the ground, the pain of his broken bones gradually spreading, causing him to scream like a slaughtered pig.
"My hand!"
"Hiss! My hand!!"
He writhed on the ground in agony, his face pale and his features contorted in pain.
"Yunzhuo!"
Everything happened too quickly, Nie Yunxi couldn't even stop it in time.
She quickly ran over, seeing her brother in such a miserable state, her heart ached as if twisted.