A string of upheavals seemed to have left Zhe Jing unable to react even now.
He stared blankly at his severed arm, a trace of confusion in his deep-set eyes.
For him, being injured was something he had not experienced for a very, very long time.
The various Transcendent Powers were locked in constant open and covert struggles, but direct clashes between Transcenders were still rare.
Even when conflict broke out under unavoidable circumstances, they still had to fight Transcenders of equal rank.
Usually, such exchanges were merely symbolic. That was more or less enough.
They were all Transcenders, having nearly reached the end of cultivation.
Battles that demanded risking their lives had nothing to do with them.
Since becoming a Transcender, the most serious injury Zhe Jing had suffered was merely a crack struck into his body.
But now...
A long-lost sensation came from his severed arm.
This was...
Pain?
Wrinkles appeared across Zhe Jing's smooth face.
"You... damn you!!!"
Zhe Jing let out a low growl and suddenly thrust his hand toward Shen Lin's saber-wielding clone.
His right hand clenched fiercely, and the space around the target began twisting like paper.
Along with Shen Lin's clone, the space in that area was twisted apart bit by bit.
But just then, Zhe Jing's eyes suddenly shifted.
Something was wrong!
Where was the saber?
"Here!"
In the next moment, as though he knew what Zhe Jing was thinking, Shen Lin's deep voice suddenly rang out behind him.
The Taowu Saber was in his hand, the Time Dao attached to it flashing with dazzling golden light as it slashed down viciously.
A Transcender like Zhe Jing had already comprehended the high-dimensional Great Dao to a certain degree.
Only the same high-dimensional Great Dao could break through his defenses. Other attacks, such