A golden arm, smeared with blood, soared high into the air and dropped into the midst of the Great Formation. Tathagata Buddha let out a muffled grunt, clutched the stump of his left arm, and turned into a bolt of lightning as he rushed out of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation's Life Gate. With a sweep of his sleeve, he tore a crack in the space and dove into it, leaving only a low roar filled with endless hatred echoing between heaven and earth.
"Demon Monkey, for today's severed arm, this seat will surely make you repay it a thousandfold one day!"
Swish!
Sun Wukong reached out and a golden arm flew to the Formation Eye of the array. Separated from Tathagata Buddha's colossal golden body, the arm had shrunk back to normal size. The cut was exceedingly smooth, and even the splattered golden blood was drawn over and re-entered the wound. A divine glow sealed the stump, preventing any further bleeding of golden blood.
