Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
87. While away from home, you can assume someone else's identity. 2
Thus, he sighed in his heart and had no choice but to sever his own arm.
As his arm broke off, Jin Cheng's complexion instantly turned deathly pale.
However, upon seeing Jin Cheng truly sever his arm, Mo Junhao revealed a face full of shock and alarm, and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Oh my, why did you actually cut off your own arm? I was just joking with you! Our Sect of the Righteous Blade is a reputable orthodox sect, such an act simply besmirches our sect's name!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Cheng's face turned alternatively green and white, having been angered to the extreme.
But he didn't dare to express his anger.
"What's the matter? Not speaking, are you mute or are you plotting to tarnish the reputation of our Sect of the Righteous Blade?" Mo Junhao said, his expression turning cold again. His eyes mocked Jin Cheng as he looked at him.
What he enjoyed most was watching these ants struggle in futility.