Chapter 2387
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However, it was not just Liu Luo's hand. Even his other hand was hanging limply by his side. It all happened so quickly that no one could stop it or react in time.
"Father!"
Eldest Young Master Luo exclaimed. He was the first to react and rushed forward. However, he was hit by a small stone and was rooted to the spot.
"It's not over yet! What are you going to do? "
The old man's cold voice rang out. He glanced at Eldest Young Master Luo with the child in his arms and then looked away. He then swept his gaze across the rest of the Luo Family with a warning look in his eyes.
Perhaps it was because of Fengjiu's strength or the old man's warning look, but no one from the Luo Family dared to step forward. They only looked at their Patriarch, whose hands were hanging limply by his side, with their mouths slightly agape and their bodies trembling.
What was going on? What happened to their Patriarch's hands?
When Fengjiu dragged Patriarch Luo out of the circle by his collar, she walked step by step toward Patriarch Luo, who was lying on the ground outside the circle. She looked at Patriarch Luo's face, which was contorted in pain, and said in a lazy voice.
"Patriarch Luo, you've lost. Your Luo Family has lost. You have to honor your words."
Patriarch Luo was lying on the ground. He could not get up due to the lack of strength in his hands. He could only look at the young man who was standing next to him and speaking to him in a condescending manner. At this moment, he felt ashamed and resentful.
He had never thought that he would lose to a young man one day. Moreover, he had lost so thoroughly and pathetically in front of so many people …
"Father!"
"Patriarch!"
At this moment, the people from the Luo Family rushed over and helped him up from the ground. The elders from the Luo Family were speechless when they saw the young man in front of them.
Who would have thought that a young man whom they had never taken seriously would defeat their Patriarch and even injure him to this extent? Now that their Luo Clan had lost, they had to apologize to them in front of everyone and give them the herbs they needed. They could even pick any ten herbs they wanted from the Luo Clan's Hundred Medicine Garden. Just thinking about it made them feel unwilling.
However, the Luo Family's strength was not as good as theirs. They had to honor their words in front of the other reclusive families. At this moment, they felt that they had suffered a double loss. If they had known this would happen, they would have given them the herbs earlier.
The few Patriarchs from the reclusive families walked over and asked Fengjiu, "Sir, what happened to Patriarch Luo's hands?"
Feng Jiu glanced at them and said, "Do you still need to ask me about something so obvious?"
When they heard this, their hearts skipped a beat. Patriarch Luo's hands were crippled? Their eyes flickered when they thought of this. Even if he was from a reclusive family, as the Patriarch of a family, even if his strength had reached the intermediate Immortal Saint realm, he would still have to step down if his hands were crippled.
Moreover, if his hands were not healed, the combat strength of the Luo Family would be weakened. Without an intermediate Immortal Saint expert, the decline of the family was imaginable.
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