"No! My arm, how is this possible? How can this be?" In the sky, Xiahou Jie could not help but let out an incomparably shrill scream, his eyes full of intense horror and disbelief.
His strength was formidable, reaching the threshold of a Nascent Soul expert.
Yet now, he was easily severed of an arm.
How could he possibly accept this?
"Heavens! Xiahou Jie's arm was cut off, am I dreaming?"
"Could it be, done by a Divine Spirit Descendant." The surrounding Human Race cultivators gasped, their expressions horrified to the extreme.
Aside from a Divine Spirit Descendant, they truly couldn't imagine who could possess such terrifying strength.
"A weakling like you dares to act rampant in front of me, truly overestimating yourself." At this moment, a taunting voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.
The one speaking was a burly Demon Race man.
