Old matters from two thousand years ago
編輯: Henyee Translations
"What do you want me to do, Milord?" Xuan Tianling did not dare to be arrogant at all.
The large monkey scratched its head, then said, "Sever your own arm, and get lost!"
Xuantian Ling gritted his teeth, and said, "All right!"
He raised his right hand high, and looked like he was going to slash down on his left arm, but his hand had not even landed, when he had already turned around and fled rapidly, running as fast as he could.
"What a joke. Old Sun has already spoken, so is there any room for you to escape?" With a leap, the large monkey somersaulted, and instantly appeared in front of Xuan Tianling.
Are you f****** cheating? How could you be so fast?
Xuantian Ling's expression was dark, but there was absolutely no way he could sever his own arm. That would mean that he needed Saintly medicine for his flesh and bones to be regrown, and how could he possibly obtain it with his Cauldron Forging Tier cultivation level?