Guan Xilin's eyes lit up with a cold light as he looked at the foot that seemed to be trying to trip him up. He took a step forward as though he hadn't seen it at all. But instead of stepping over it, he stepped right on the foot that was horizontally stretched out.
"Crack!"
"Hiss! Aah!"
As the sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the tavern, the cultivator's pitiful scream followed, startling the other guests.
"My foot…my foot…how dare you break my foot!"
The cultivator's face turned pale, and sweat beads the size of beans appeared on his forehead. Trembling, he retracted his foot, but his broken foot was too painful to bear any weight at this time.
Everyone present in the tavern could not contain their shock at the sight. How could this man be so bold as to break someone's foot? He's in a lot of trouble now.
