"Enough."
Everything returned to calm, and the previously terrifying sword cultivator respectfully said:
"Yes, Senior Brother Ning."
Cold sweat solidified on the back of Giant Axe True Monarch. He gritted his teeth, chopped off his own left arm with an axe, and said in a low voice:
"Thank you for your grace, Your Honor!"
He dared not act otherwise; if the other party wished, killing him would be an easy feat. Being spared was already a great favor.
Many cultivators were astonished to see such a dignified True Monarch acting so humbly.
At the same time, curiosity arose in their hearts: who exactly is this 'Senior Brother Ning'?
Some had already guessed a few things, their hearts pounding wildly.
Amidst the gaze of all:
