Chopped Arm
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Wuchen." Ye Futian's expression changed drastically. Ye Wuchen was at the Fourth-level Dharma Plane while the other was the pinnacle. They both had ritual implements of swords. Even if Ye Wuchen had received noble intent, the other also had noble fate. In comparison, Ye Wuchen could only be defeated. There was no chance of victory. However, he still walked out without hesitation. He could truly die here.
"Stop," Ye Futian ordered the Black Wind Eagle.
"Don't stop. Go!" Yu Sheng yelled. His eyes were red as he stared at Ye Wuchen's leaving figure. To him, Ye Futian's life was above all else. He wouldn't hesitate to use his own life in exchange either. The top figures of the Barren City had noble fate and top level ritual implements. They really couldn't put up a fight.