“Clang!”

Spencer held onto his saber but before his saber could land on Darryl’s chest, Darryl stretched out his hand and clasped Spencer’s wrist firmly.

“Crack! Crack!”

Darryl channeled his internal energy to his hand and asserted more strength onto Spencer’s wrist.

Spencer felt that his bones were about to crush into pieces. A strange wave of pain came, followed by the sound of bones cracking!

“Crack! Crack!”

"Argh!"

Finally, Spencer could not bear it anymore. Big beads of sweat dripped down his face, he clutched his wrist tight and howled desperately. He never saw that coming. After painstakingly cultivated for so long, he was still unable to face Darryl in a duel.

The surrounding sect masters twitched their mouths when they witnessed the scene.

"I only ask once! Where are my parents?" Darryl balled up his fists, he was almost roaring!

"Argh!" Spencer kept howling, his wrist was about to be pulverized. Suddenly he was heard crying out loud, "Master, save me!"

"Pop!"