Xin Jikui, who had carried himself with considerable bearing, still kept his composure after being pinned down. It could also be said that he had no small amount of nerve. He did not believe there was any reason to lay hands on an envoy the moment they met, assuming the other side was merely trying to intimidate him to gain the upper hand in negotiations. He shouted, "When two states are at war, envoys are not slain!"
Jiang Wanlou sneered. "What kind of envoy are you? Fine, I won't slay an envoy. I'll only chop off your hands."
Two cultivators seized Xin Jikui's hands and forcibly pulled them apart to either side, drawing their swords. Only then did Xin Jikui realize they were not bluffing—they truly meant to do it. All his bearing vanished at once. His face changed drastically as he struggled desperately.
But his cultivation had been sealed, leaving him little better than an ordinary man. How could he withstand two cultivators pulling at him? In his terror, he cried out, "Niu Youdao! Don't you want to kill Niu Youdao?"
The two disciples holding him immediately looked toward their Sect Master, questions in their eyes.
Jiang Wanlou raised a brow slightly and tipped up his chin. "Chop them off first. We'll talk afterward!"
"Stop! Stop! I have something to say, I have something to say..." Xin Jikui cried out in panic, but there was no turning things around. They paid no heed to any explanation he had to offer.
Niu Youdao had already explained far too much to them. Which of his explanations had not sounded perfectly reasonable? Yet every last one had turned out to be bullshit.
The two cultivators yanked his arms apart, and their swords rose and fell. Both arms were severed on the spot,