Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
In the shocked gaze of everyone.
Xu Santian's arm slowly fell to the ground.
The sword returned to its sheath, unstained by blood, showcasing the might of a supreme-grade spirit artifact!
"Ah!!!"
A gentle breeze brushed over the neatly severed stump, and unspeakable pain spread throughout Xu Santian's entire body.
"Madman, madman! You'll regret this!"
The Golden Pill Cultivator, having lost an arm, quickly came to his senses.
Xu Santian dared not insult Xia Liu again.
But harsh words had to be spoken!
He had to intimidate Xia Liu.
To cause him a hint of unease, otherwise today he might not be able to leave the Heavenly Spirit Sect's mountain gate.
The other Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator dared not move a step.
With just an exchange, Elder Tian was severely injured, his arms shattered.
This clearly showed Xia Liu's strength.
