However, Feng Jiu not only abolished this hand, but even the other hand also fell feebly. It happened too quickly for anyone to stop it or react.
"Father!"
Eldest Luo Young Master exclaimed. He was the first one to react and rush over. But, while he was running forward, he was struck by a small stone, making him stand in place.
"It's not over yet! What are you doing there?"
The old man's cold voice rang out. He glanced at Eldest Luo Young Master while carrying the child in his arms and then shifted his gaze towards the other members of the Luo clan with a warning in his eyes.
Perhaps it was because of Feng Jiu's astonishing strength in the arena or because of the old man's warning glance, no one of the Luo clan came forward. Their mouths were wide open and their bodies trembled as they looked at the Patriarch of the clan whose hands were hanging down weakly.
What's wrong? What happened to the patriarch's hands?
