At this moment, Jiang Tian was lying on the ground howling in pain, desperately pressing down on his severed right arm.
"Brother, dear cousin, hurry up and take her down, I want her to wish she was dead," he cried.
Looking at his severed arm lying off to the side, his heart filled with utter despair.
A body defect, meant that reaching the meridian-breaking realm was now his limit.
With one arm gone, how could he possibly open up all three hundred and sixty meridians?
As for the restoration of his arm, those miraculous elixirs and potent medicines were beyond what he could handle.
Looking at the girl who seemed like a fallen fairy, his eyes were filled with spiteful hatred.
It was she, who had ruined everything for him.
The old man's face gradually darkened.
Shu Xiaoxiao's actions were equivalent to slapping his face openly.
As a person ages, he values his reputation more.
How could he not be angered when slapped in the face by a servant he considered beneath him.
