Zhao Shan's heart, which had just sunk, rose again.
Could he really have a way?
Chen Ye's gaze was cold as he commanded:
"Sit down."
Zhao Shan gritted his teeth and finally sat cross-legged on the stone bench as instructed.
"Bear with it, if you die I'm not responsible."
"Buzz!"
Chen Ye spread his five fingers, and in the palm of his hand, two entirely different spiritual powers swirled like yin and yang fish.
One was gray and dull like deadwood, full of death;
The other was as green as a new bud, full of vitality.
This was the Life and Death Profound Light!
"Rise!"
Chen Ye let out a low shout.
The spiritual power enveloped Zhao Shan's withered, severed arm and lifted it into the air, directly colliding with the stump on Zhao Shan's shoulder.
"Hmm!!"
At the moment of contact, Zhao Shan let out a muffled groan, blue veins popping on his forehead, his face contorted.
Pain!
Pain that pierced the heart!
