"My Nascent Soul augmentation is that no matter where my body is injured, I can quickly regenerate new parts if I remove the old ones…"
Before Song Yuan's words had even faded, his severed arm began to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The newly grown arm had skin that was fair and smooth, even more delicate than before.
But very soon, his expression changed drastically, as the cut on the new arm reappeared, with blood gushing out like a fountain, showing no signs of stopping.
"How is this possible?" Song Yuan's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't accept what he was seeing.
Zhou Qing, after a brief moment of astonishment at Song Yuan's Nascent Soul Realm augmentation, smiled and then pretentiously shook his storage bag.
"My poison is very potent; without the antidote, it's impossible to cure. If you don't believe me, try cutting off your arm again!" Zhou Qing said.
