It was very humiliating to cut off their own arm under someone else's tyranny.
They felt bitter because they saw how terrifying Li Qingshan was.
They had thought of themselves as geniuses and could shine in the Prodigy Battlefield and make a name for themselves in the Immortal Plane.
But who would have thought that they, Ancestral Immortals, couldn't defeat a Primordial Immortal like Li Qingshan, letting him steal the limelight.
Most importantly, they also felt that Li Qingshan was stronger and more talented than them.
A faint bitterness welled up in their hearts.
The other Ancestral Immortals chose to admit defeat and cut off an arm in front of thousands of people.
Seeing this, Li Qingshan strode out of the ancient city and shouted, "Monk, let's go!"
Monk Wu'o smiled at the side. He felt warm in his heart and followed Li Qingshan out of the deserted ancient city.
