These were the changes Origin Grass had brought to Lin Chuan after he consumed it. He could feel his control over space steadily growing stronger. If he had the time to properly contemplate it, his gains would surely be even greater, but clearly, this was not the time.
Looking at his severed arm, Supreme One Chongming's expression turned extremely grim.
Losing this arm did not greatly affect his strength; he could restore it soon enough. But the impact beyond his strength was enormous.
He could already see the sagging morale of the Supreme One Clan members fighting the heroic spirits of the Jian Clan. In the end, whether they could win this battle depended on their top combatants. Everyone else's fighting could at most be icing on the cake. Supreme One Chongming understood this, and so did the Supreme One Clan.
Yet now, when he had personally fought Lin Chuan, despite such a vast disparity in strength, he had still had an arm severed by his opponent. This caused many people to begin doubting the Supreme One Clan and these two Sacred Ancestors.
"For tens of thousands of years, you are the first person to anger me to this extent." The aura erupting from Supreme One Chongming began to rise without end. His constant defense and retreat had instead put him at a disadvantage. He no longer needed a way out.
He did not even want to keep a trump card in reserve while waiting for that person to appear.
Killing Lin Chuan and washing away the humiliation of losing his arm had become the most important thing to him.
As for the Supreme One Clan, so long as he could kill Lin Chuan, he would leave everything else to Supreme One Chongyan.
Sensing the aura emanating from Supreme One