Chu Mo was slightly stunned, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the middle-aged man in a yellow robe whose arm had been cut off but who remained unflinchingly composed.
He did it on purpose!
Chu Mo thought to himself that even though his strike just now was fierce, he had only intended to intimidate the imposing yellow-robed middle-aged man, not actually cut him down to dust.
But to his surprise, the man hadn't tried to dodge at all and had directly taken the blow with one arm.
He had never seen someone like this before.
What is he trying to do?
Chu Mo watched the man approaching.
"Your Majesty!" From atop Dugu Mountain, the multitude of Dugu Mountain cultivators let out an angry roar.
The crowd was electrified!
The feeling of despair that had filled everyone's hearts instantly vanished, replaced only by boundless courage and infinite rage.
This man... he actually cut off their king's arm with one strike!
We will kill him!
Boom!
