Without a doubt, this tall, thin divine envoy met all those conditions. He was utterly ruthless; he had shown Fang Qi not the slightest mercy, and now, when it came to being ruthless toward himself, he did not hesitate in the least.
Anyone capable of making such a decision in that instant could absolutely be called a ruthless figure of his generation.
Fang Qi was also somewhat incredulous that he had failed to kill him in a single strike.
"Huff, huff!"
The tall, thin divine envoy kept panting heavily in midair. Even the breath he exhaled carried traces of blood energy, showing just how severe his injuries had become.
But he had no other choice. There was no road left for him to retreat down.
Having narrowly evaded that fatal strike and picked up his life again, he felt incomparably fortunate. Just a little closer, and he would have perished at Ye Xiwen's hands.
He stopped the bleeding at the severed ends of his arms, and energy arms slowly regrew bit by bit. Well then—both his arms had become energy arms now.
Even so, this was not something ordinary people could accomplish. Aside from certain extreme martial arts, if a limb was severed, then unless it could be reattached in a short time, it was as good as ruined, and one would become crippled. Even after entering the Celestial Realm, this would not change.
Even forming energy arms was an ability possessed only by gods, something only divine arts could achieve. Mortals simply could not do it.
Legend had it that gods possessed countless manifestations—Three Heads Six Arms, even a thousand hands and a hundred eyes. Naturally, those could not have grown naturally; they were limbs formed from energy. Yet even so, those energy limbs were no inferior to ordinary