"Damn thing!" Fu Chuan cursed angrily and couldn't help but look at Li Jingfu: "Your Hidden Life Mountain can't show even a bit of skill!?"
Li Jingfu's face showed displeasure but he knew they couldn't delay any longer.
In the west, Zheng Dongliu had already slaughtered two Divine Concealments and one Demon Saint, if Taishi Chong couldn't stop Lu Jin'an...
Delaying further would not be beneficial.
He turned to look at the black robe, who chuckled: "Not going to compete with the Innate Pure Yang Immortal Body?"
"I want to duel him." Li Jingfu snorted coldly: "These wastes can't compare to the disciples of the Wandao Sect."
The black robe chuckled lowly, then rolled up his sleeves and, to Li Jingfu's astonishment, directly severed his left arm.
However, there was no blood.
All that existed was a gray mist engraved with strange patterns.
