Jiao Ling's curved knife had a very strange shape, different from the knives used by the people of Zhongyuan. It was very short, but very curved, almost forming a full moon shape, shining with a golden light. No one knew what material it was made of, but it was very sharp. Just one slash was enough to chop off Honglian's arm.
But no one paid further attention to Jiao Ling's curved knife; instead, they focused on Honglian's severed arm on the ground.
A bizarre scene suddenly appeared, as the severed arm seemed to have grown legs, wriggling on the ground, then running towards Honglian, leaping towards its cut-off part. In just a few breaths, it returned to its original position and even reattached to Honglian's body. If it weren't for the ring of scars on the skin on the outside, it would seem like it had never been chopped off by Jiao Ling!
The strangest part was that the severed arm had no blood at all!
