The agreed time of half an hour had long passed. The severed arm of Zhao Yuanpu had been reattached with divine techniques, smothered with top-grade medicine ointment, and it would take just ten days to half a month of rest to fully recover.
However, his pale complexion and wandering gaze revealed that he was not in good shape.
At the time, although he noticed something was wrong and dodged sideways in time, he still could not completely avoid the terrifying giant blade that stalked like a shadow and ended up having his right arm severed near the shoulder.
As a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, being severely injured in a head-on clash by a First-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivator was undoubtedly a huge blow to Zhao Yuanpu.
He knew for certain that he had absolutely no sense of underestimating or being careless at the time, and had made adequate preparations for his own defense, yet he was still severely injured by Zhouyang.
