Yes.
An arm could be regrown.
But if today's humiliation was not washed clean by his own hand, it would become the heart demon of his entire life.
Slowly, he stood up from the ground.
He did not look at anyone. He only stared fixedly in the direction of the Heaven Rank No. 3 private room. The calm and indifference there were his greatest nightmare at this moment.
The despair and unwillingness on his face faded completely in that instant, replaced by a madness and venomous hatred that made the heart palpitate.
"Fine..."
A hoarse word squeezed out from his throat.
"I lost the bet. I accept it!"
Before his words had even fallen, he abruptly raised his right hand.
Demonic power surged, and crimson flames instantly wrapped around his entire left arm.
No one reacted in time to understand what he meant to do.
The next moment.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang through the entire venue.
Under the horrified gazes of tens of thousands of living beings, Young Master Chiyan actually used his own hand to snap his left arm off at the shoulder!
Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, only to be evaporated by the crimson demonic fire the instant it left his body.
That flame-burning arm drew an arc through the air and smashed heavily onto the corridor outside the private room, turning into a scatter of charred remains.
"Hiss—"
Below the venue, the sounds of people sucking in cold air rose one after another.
Ruthless!
Too ruthless!
No one had expected that Young Master Chiyan would use such a tragic method to fulfill this wager.
He was this vicious even to himself. This man would surely become a great disaster in the future.
However, this was not over yet.
Under everyone's shocked