Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1090

Even if Quill did not grab Willow today, they would have attacked anyway.

Sean nodded gently and walked straight to Quill without saying anything.

"Did I lose?"

Sean asked indifferently, looking condescendingly at Quill.

"You loser! You're a loser! You will always be a loser!

"Try laying a hand on me. You'll regret it!"

Quill's eyes were red as he shouted like a madman.

Sean had lost interest in talking to him.

"Which hand did you hit Willow with?"

Sean asked in a whisper as he folded his cuffs.

"Commander, he doesn't deserve having you hit him yourself."

Zander lowered his voice and said to Sean.

"No, I want to do it myself."

Sean shook his head and folded his other cuff.

Zander was silent for two seconds before handing the knife to Sean.

"Which hand hit her?"

Sean asked again, knife in hand.

"F*cking hit me! You loser!"

Quill was still swearing at Sean.

"If you can't tell me which one, I'll take it that you used both hands."

As soon as Sean spoke, Harry pulled Quill's right hand and pinned it to the ground.

"What the f*ck are you doing? Sean, let me go if you have the balls!

"Are you a man? Let go of me!"

Quill finally began to panic, struggling and shouting.

"Let him go."

Sean nodded and said to Zander and Harry.

"Yes."

Zander and Harry immediately let go of Quill.

They were not worried that Quill would hurt Sean.

If Sean could get hurt that easily, he would never have become a nine-star commander.

"You loser!"

The moment Quill was released, he jumped up and swung at Sean.

Swoosh!

The steel knife swept, glimmering coldly.

Swoosh!

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh rang as the sharp blade swiped across Quill's wrist.

Like cutting through butter, it went smoothly.

Thump!

Then Quill's hand hit the ground.

Blood gushed from the severed wrist like an open faucet.

Quill froze instantly, staring at his wrist with wide eyes.

At that instance, his pain nerves had not yet been activated.

Soon, the searing pain made Quill shriek like a pig getting slaughtered within seconds.

"Ah! My hand. Argh!"

A hysterical cry shot up into the sky. It was loud in the dark and windy night.

However, there was no pity in Sean's eyes.

The blade flashed again as he swung his hand.

Swoosh!

Swish!

The next second, Quill's other hand was cut off.

Both hands fell to the ground, and Quill had no hands anymore.