Sacred Demonic Arm

Boom!

Ye Ming took a step forward, and at this moment, Dragon Qi coiled around every inch of his skin, one hundred and eight strands in total, making Ye Ming's body appear even more extraordinary. With a slight fluctuation of his aura, he exuded an incredibly powerful pressure, possessing the might of a True Dragon.

He pierced through space, appearing before Chu Yan as if teleporting, a sinister grin on his face.

"Kill!"

His fist struck, making the firmament tremble. The power was overwhelming, a punch that slammed into Chu Yan with immense force, seemingly capable of shaking Heaven and Earth.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sky vibrated, and the void exploded. Chu Yan's mangled body, like a falling star, crashed onto the earth. The entire Barren City shook violently...

This scene was incredibly shocking. Everyone present was stunned into silence; all the changes happened too quickly.

"No way, how is this possible?"

"Hiss! Such a powerful forbidden technique was useless against this Imperial Son!"

"Even this Dao technique is useless against this Imperial Son?"

Shouts of shock echoed, coming from some of the younger Prodigies. They couldn't imagine what kind of Physique could withstand such an attack!

"This is bad... Holy Son!"

The elders of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, who had been smug and utterly confident in Chu Yan, now showed panic in their eyes.

He was at the sixth level of the Dao Realm, his Saint Spirit Body was in the minor accomplishment stage, and he possessed five strands of Immortal Qi, yet he still lost. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

What pained them even more was that their Saintess had been abducted. If even Chu Yan, their Holy Son, met an unfortunate end, their entire Flying Immortal Sacred Land would be left without a successor.

It was all Ye Ming's doing!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just then, the earth began to shake violently, and a terrifying aura emerged.

As everyone thought Chu Yan had been utterly defeated, movement appeared on the ground once more.

Boom!

The earth shattered, revealing an arm. Dark runes were branded all over it, and it now floated in the void. The numerous dark runes intertwined, emitting a terrifying aura, as if imbued with life. Wisps of black mist rose, instilling a sense of dread.

This scene was incredibly bizarre. Ye Ming stared at the severed arm, recognizing it instantly as Chu Yan's.

"Regeneration of a severed limb?"

Ye Ming was curious now. He wanted to see what tricks Chu Yan had up his sleeve.

Originally, Ye Ming had regretted being too heavy-handed just now, having blasted the opponent into dust and missing the chance to devour him.

This was a huge loss for Ye Ming. Now, it seemed there was still hope.

"Isn't that Chu Yan's arm? What's going on?"

Clearly, Ye Ming wasn't the only one who recognized the arm. Many cultivators around cast curious glances.

"This... it looks like the Holy Son has succeeded in fusing with it!!!"

At this moment, while everyone else was curious, only the elders of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, standing on the Immortal Boat, watched this scene with shock and immense excitement. They understood what was happening.

"Our Flying Immortal Sacred Land's ancestor once left a decree: whoever can fuse with this arm will be exempt from trials and appointed as the contemporary Sacred Master!"

"Indeed. It's a shame that no one could do it over the endless years. I never expected the Holy Son to succeed!"