Xi Zhao's attack was absolutely ruthless, showing no mercy. The Evil Monarch, for some reason, did not evade in time; thus, his left hand and arm were cleanly severed by Xi Zhao's Formless Vanishing. When the Evil Monarch saw his own arm and hand trace an arc of blood in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, he seemed unable to react. Staring dumbfounded at his severed limb, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
By then, Xi Zhao had already turned around; the Evil Monarch caught sight of the deep, bone-exposing wound on Xi Zhao's thigh. Before the Evil Monarch could say anything, Xi Zhao was already balancing on one leg, his body spinning as he wielded the azure ring in his hand, slashing again toward the Evil Monarch's waist. This time, the Evil Monarch's reaction was much faster. Even with his left hand gone, his speed was undiminished. His figure flickered, dodging Xi Zhao's strike.
