"Just had a nice full meal; perfect for killing someone to aid digestion," Wu Hen stretched his muscles.
Without further ado, Wu Hen directly approached Yue Yongqing.
Yue Yongqing had shown up only after a few days, clearly having gone to repair his severed arm.
Wu Hen had also noticed something odd about his arm; it looked like it was made of clay, with no sound of blood flowing within it.
Indeed, there was something strange about this terracotta arm. As soon as Wu Hen got close, Yue Yongqing suddenly swung his arm, which in the blink of an eye grew gigantic and hurled towards him, whipping up a massive wave of rock and earth!
An arm of terracotta, yet taller than a man, Yue Yongqing seemed to have an arm of a terracotta god, immensely powerful and destructive.
His punch was like a mountain of rock smashing into Wu Hen.
