"An interface spirit?" The severed arm's voice held a trace of surprise.
The scruffy old man wore a vexed expression, cursing the horned leopard demon inwardly for sticking his nose in and snatching the lead. Even if he wanted to interrupt now, he did not have the nerve. After all, he and the horned leopard demon knew more or less the same things.
"Indeed, an interface spirit. Judging by what that snow-maned clear colt said, it was very likely constrained by the World-Heaven Stone. Otherwise, even if you gave that demon civet several more guts, it would never have dared play tricks in front of Senior." The horned leopard demon offered his analysis.
"That does make some sense. I still have matters to attend to. If you have the time, go directly to the Scarlet Moon Desert to claim the corresponding reward." The scholar transformed back into a severed arm and, after giving the order, advanced unhurriedly in the direction where the ice civet's demon shadow had fled earlier.
"Many thanks, Pill King Lu!" When they saw the scholar before them manifest once more as a severed arm, the cultivators throughout the entire Chaotic Demon Realm had long been spreading the legendary tale of Pill King Lu defeating the Peng Ox Sacred Lord with nothing more than an arm.
Seeing this severed arm, how could the cultivators not understand his identity? In their eyes, whether it was Lu Xiaotian himself or merely one of his arms made no difference. Either way, he was a terrifying existence whom they normally did not even have the chance to look up to.
The horned leopard demon was especially delighted. He had never expected that merely seizing the lead would let him go to the Scarlet Moon Desert to claim a reward. This was