In the brutal starry battlefield, wreckage from warships and fighter craft lay everywhere, burning with flames and green smoke even in the vacuum. The surrounding rivers of stars had shattered, and even meteoroids had been ground into dust.
Space rifts covered the area, unable to heal even after a long time.
Amid this ruined battlefield, A Youth in Green Robes sat cross-legged in tranquil composure. Before him lay a chipped flying sword and a severed arm covered from end to end in scarlet bloodlight, both salvaged from the starry void.
Jiang Ding stared at the severed arm.
For cultivators in general, especially high-level cultivators, once an enemy's magic treasure pierced their Dharma body, they would die in an instant, their flesh and blood reduced to powder. The physiques of pure Dharma cultivators and sword cultivators were far too frail.
This time, however, was somewhat unusual.
That mass of withered flesh had likewise exhausted its strength by the end, lacking spiritual power. To survive, it had let Jiang Ding sever its arm, proactively cutting off its own right arm before Jiang Ding's attack arrived, preventing that terrifying Blood Path Order Power from spreading into its body.
Now, over ninety percent of the cells in this severed arm had shattered, all vitality lost. It also concealed venomous curses and a Spirit Soul Trap. The moment it was reattached to a body, the soul would instantly sink and become a puppet incarnation of a Blood Path great power.
Clang!
Jiang Ding flicked out streams of Sword Qi, sealing away the severed arm to prevent the injury from worsening, then prepared to bring it back to the Immortal Sect for treatment.
As for why he did not let Hei, or the Great Sun Heavenly Pool, handle it...
A trace of gloom appeared on Jiang