Tail-Shedding Dragon Lizard

At those words, Sikong Ling froze in shock and stammered, "Th-this... why?"

"Cut off my left hand, and I'll give you back your real brother. Hurry." Sikong Jing spoke heavily.

He desperately forced all the power he had devoured into his left hand.

But if it was not cut off soon, that power would flow back into him. The demonic heart within him also seemed to know what he intended, frantically tugging at the power, trying to suck it back into his body.

At the same time, Sikong Ling was stunned again.

The mention of her brother instantly filled her face with anxiety, while the cold emotions brought on by the Supreme Emotionless Art surged into her heart. Her softened heart gained a few more traces of cruelty and calm.

In an instant, she judged that if she did not cut off the humanoid demon beast's hand, he would be in grave danger—and so would her brother.

At the thought of her brother, she did not hesitate in the slightest.

With a clang, she drew a sword gleaming with cold light. Slash...

A frigid streak of sword light swept toward Sikong Jing's swollen left hand. With a splurt, the entire pitch-black arm was severed alive.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

As the black arm fell, violent demonic energy seemed to erupt all around them. Billowing demonic smoke blasted Sikong Ling backward, sending her crashing hard into a large tree before she slid to the ground.

Yet she still quickly raised her head and looked toward the humanoid demon beast in her eyes.

The next instant, she was dumbfounded, unable to believe what she saw.

The humanoid demon beast's originally savage face gradually softened. He did not roar in fury over losing an arm; even those scarlet eyes of his began to regain