As soon as Wang Xuan spoke, everyone fell silent, their eyes turning in this direction. Wu, with a pale face, looked at his arm and finally made up his mind.
"Chop it off! If the arm is gone, it can grow back later. If my life is lost, everything is over!"
"Very well. The Eternal Host Species has reached above the elbow. Delaying any longer might cause unforeseen complications. Let me do it!"
The Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber was instantly raised, and at that moment, a fist seal flashed by, blocking the saber in Wang Xuan's hand.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out as Long Jiyuan stood in front of Wu, speaking in a deep voice: "If Wu loses his arm, his combat power will drop by fifty percent, his survival ability will plummet, and he might not even survive to achieve merit and strive for fortune. So this arm cannot be chopped off!"
