Liu Zixuan could sense that a group of brothers were all on the brink of death, barely clinging to their last breath.
They were good brothers who had accompanied him through life and death, and now each one was in a sorry state, suffering such severe injuries. How could he not be enraged!
His clone appeared for less than a hundred days, yet died at the hands of the Netherworld Emperor. How could Liu Zixuan not seek revenge!
After blasting the Netherworld Emperor's clone with a punch, Liu Zixuan shouted, and the Nameless Sword flew back to his hand from the mountain wall on one side.
The sword's blade gently hummed, and a chill surged forth, directly cleaving toward the Netherworld Emperor's true form.
Pucha!
An arm suddenly fell to the ground, and the Netherworld Emperor let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Seeing the blood gushing out, the Netherworld Emperor glared at Liu Zixuan: "Liu Zixuan, how dare you sever this Emperor's arm!"
