"My arm..."
Song Mingyu couldn't help but let out a painful scream. His face was as pale as paper, and his breath became erratic after losing an arm.
It's clear that for a strong cultivator like him, losing an arm was an unbearable agony.
"Peacock Saint Master, you've severed my arm. I'll have your life..." Song Mingyu roared in fury, seemingly ready to risk it all.
"Is that so? Then I won't mind severing your head!" The Peacock Saint Master stood with hands behind his back, his gaze icy
Song Mingyu shivered at that, realizing the terror of the Peacock Saint Master, he dared not make a move anymore.
For someone like Peacock Saint Master, his words were absolute.
"Isn't the Peacock Saint Master too formidable? With just one move, he severed Song Mingyu's arm. What level of cultivation is this?"
"The key is Peacock Saint Master has only cultivated for eight hundred years. How is he so powerful in such a short time? What will he become in the future?"
