Overbearing Flag Seizure

This seal character, "Witch," was deeply bound to Ming Qiu Mo. No method could remove it.

After taking Zhou You's slash just now, he had been shocked but not panicked. The witchmen had no shortage of miraculous pills, and the specially blended insect powder made from Gu Worms was no less effective than Medicine King Valley's great medicines.

He had thought the seal character would return once his flesh grew back. Yet it was gone!

"How could his single slash sever the inseparable bond between me and my birthmark?"

Ming Qiu Mo's mind was in utter turmoil. Could it be that the tiger corpse of Dayin Mountain truly defected to the Demon Race, obtained the complete Book of Primal Demons, and even passed it down to its disciples?

In his eyes, only the Demon Race's methods from the Book of Primal Demons could possess such terrifying effects.

"Young Master, you must return to the tribe at once. This matter is no small thing and must be decided by the Witch Chief."

Ming Qiu Mo's attendants were no ordinary witchmen. They were Gu Dao Elite Army soldiers stationed beside the Witch Chief, men of broad knowledge. From this moment onward, they knew that challenging martial artists was no longer important.

The foremost priority now was to escort Ming Qiu Mo back and have the tribal witches carefully examine the anomaly.

Ming Qiu Mo unwillingly glanced at the arena. Amid the shattered remnants of the arena, broken into four and five pieces, Zhou You held his Bronze Saber.

His former weapon had now become the other man's trophy.

No matter how unwilling he was, Ming Qiu Mo could only swallow this humiliation and leave in disgrace—or rather, flee.

Even after he had gone far away, he could still hear Zhou You's voice