Chapter 5672: Famous Sword, Part 1
His face contorted in horror. He trembled, trying to take a few steps back.
Yet, he was firmly held in place.
His expression was one of unbearable pain, and he let out hissing cries.
"Look at his hands!" He Weiping couldn't help but exclaim.
Everyone followed his gaze, only to see the Western Domain cultivator's hands had turned bright red.
They were terrifyingly hot and crimson, as if being roasted in a raging fire.
Everyone shivered, then noticed an even stranger sight.
The blood in the man's hands seemed to be boiling, rapidly flowing within his veins. As the sword hilt absorbed it, the blood in the Western Domain cultivator's hands appeared to be slowly drawn in by the sword.
His hands rapidly withered like drying tree bark, suddenly becoming emaciated.
His entire face showed a look of horrified dismay, and he twisted his head painfully, screaming, "Save me, save... save me!"
"So scary." Several female cultivators covered their faces, desperately suppressing the churning in their stomachs.
The sight of the man was truly sickening.
He was losing blood very rapidly. In less than an instant, his entire arm became withered wood, completely limp.
But his hands still clung to the sword hilt.
His face displayed expressions of regret, resentment, disappointment, and terror.
Suddenly, a long sword flew over everyone's heads, shooting directly towards the man, and with a "whoosh," it severed his arms.
"Ah!" The Western Domain cultivator shrieked, falling backward onto the ground.
Qiaomu, holding her son's hand, took a slight step back.
The Western Overlord and his group quickly stepped forward, their gazes sweeping around before settling on the rapidly aging man whose face was withered like tree bark.
"Overlord, Overlord! Save me, save, save me!"
The Western Overlord scanned him up and down, a look of pity on his face. "You are about to die."
Most of this man's blood had been drained from his body; he simply couldn't survive.
Even if he had severed his arms with a sword, allowing him to leave that strange stone tablet, it was unfortunately too late for him to live.
"No, Overlord, Overlord, I... I don't want to die yet!"
The Western Overlord still had a relatively strong impression of this man. Back in the two-hundred-person selection competition, this person's cultivation was considered excellent.
Unfortunately, he followed the wrong team and the wrong person; this was the consequence of his betrayal of the Western Domain.
"Madam Mo, my subordinate died right under your nose. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" The Western Overlord ignored the dying cultivator, turning his head directly to Qiaomu, opening his mouth with an accusation.
"What explanation do you want?" Mo Lian slowly walked forward.
Duan Yue and Peach Blossom Divine Venerable walked beside him, their gazes slightly raised, sizing up the Western Overlord.
Dun Zhu, head bowed, was excitedly flapping his two wings, stopping and walking for a bit, then running swiftly in circles around the three, as happy as an immortal.
The Western Overlord looked at them with a hint of apprehension.
After all, these young people were the kind whose cultivation he couldn't even discern.
Their strength should not be underestimated!
He couldn't easily offend them.
But at this moment, if he didn't seize the opportunity to demand some compensation from them, it seemed somewhat unreasonable.
Thus, he cast a meaningful glance at the Southern Overlord beside him.
The Southern Overlord curled her crimson lips, unable to resist letting out a sniff.
Did he think she was a fool?
Just because the Western Overlord gave her a look, she had to jump out and do his bidding?
Dream on.
Here's a sad story for you all.
What do you call this today?
This is called not updating at the beginning of the month and then regretting it at the end.
I might need to make up some more...
I probably need twenty-two more updates today??
Oh, my heavens...
Don't ever learn from me in your studies, seriously... This is called really digging your own grave...