Jiang Ping An watched Luo Qianqiu call for help and made no move to stop him.
He even eased his assault, giving Luo Qianqiu time to send a distress message.
His purpose in coming here was to draw out a God King.
If anyone else knew what he was thinking, they would call him mad.
A cultivator at the Mid God Tribulation Realm dared to provoke a God King? That was no different from courting death.
But he had to do it. Only then could he deal the Luo Family a devastating blow.
Under the Lan Alliance's regulations, if someone killed or severely injured a military officer, the alliance had the right to send experts to execute the culprit.
If a Lineage condoned the attack or even took part in it, the alliance could, in severe cases, move against the entire Lineage.
Jiang Ping An was now a Deputy Commander of the Lan Alliance. His position was not especially high, but neither was it low.
He was using himself as bait to lure a Luo Family God King into making a move.
It was a desperate gamble with his life as the stake.
He had been cautious all his life and rarely chose to take risks. But when he did, he was more reckless than anyone.
Luo Qianqiu had little divine power left. Badly wounded by the talismans, he could only struggle to withstand Jiang Ping An's attacks.
Slash—
The flaming blade, wreathed in golden fire, swept precisely across Luo Qianqiu's right arm. His dark-iron bracer split on impact, and the crisp crack of bone mingled with the spray of blood, sounding especially sharp over the silent sea.
His entire arm flew up, spinning through the air with the black sword still in its hand.
"My hand!"
Luo Qianqiu cried