The Assassination, Part Two

Although he had lost an arm, with a cultivator's formidable body and methods, Flying Sword Daoist had naturally already staunched the bleeding and suppressed the waves of pain.

With his Core Formation cultivation, he naturally could not regrow a severed arm. But once his cultivation advanced greatly and he entered the mid Nascent Soul stage, he would naturally possess secret arts capable of growing an identical arm anew.

Flying Sword Daoist naturally knew this very well.

Now, facing the young Foundation Establishment cultivator before him, Flying Sword Daoist felt not the slightest anger. Instead, his heart was filled with delight. What the young master of Manghuang Mountain represented was something he understood all too clearly.

As long as he captured the young man and handed him over to the Demonic Path Alliance, this trip to the Sky Flame Mountain Range would yield a tremendous harvest. Even if he stopped here and no longer ventured into the hinterland to search for that spirit pool, the trip would still have been worthwhile.

The arm he had lost now seemed utterly insignificant compared with capturing the young master of Manghuang Mountain.

Seeing the fierce old man's delighted expression, Qin Fengming could not help being startled. Could it be that this blood-soaked old man had gone mad?

He had lost an arm, yet he was actually smiling with delight. Qin Fengming found this utterly incomprehensible.

Although Flying Sword Daoist and Old Man Lin of Snow Domain Mountain had previously discussed the young master of Manghuang Mountain, Qin Fengming had been too far away at the time to hear what they were saying. He had no idea whatsoever that the Demonic Path Alliance and the Baleful Intent Sect wanted to capture him.

"Hehe, that's right. I am indeed your young master." Qin Fengming was not