The lizard-man looked at the severed arm at his feet, his vertical pupils gleaming with a cold, piercing light.
"Feibao Flying Sword?"
"The sword's name is Qingping."
Su Jie shook the Qingping Sword, scattering light from the blade, yet it remained focused, encircling the lizard-man.
Watching the engulfing sword light, the lizard-man dodged left and right, avoiding all attacks, and leaped back atop the rockery after momentarily flying through the air.
"Not bad."
At the site of the severed limb, muscles and blood vessels writhed, and a new arm grew out, initially white with a sickening slime but soon turned into dark green, appearing fresher than the scales on the rest of its body.
"Your strength mainly relies on that flying sword, doesn't it?"
"Dare to fight barehanded?"
