Yue Yang's slash not only severed one of Cang Long's hands, but its blade aura had also sheared away more than half of his beard.
His robe had split open across the chest, blood-red seeping through.
"Impossible!" Cang Long, Lord of the New Water Hall, cried out, his face as though he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"You're very cunning, and you know very well how to hide yourself. However, I want to tell you this: your era is already over!" Yue Yang smiled more brilliantly than sunlight. "And victory can never be won through schemes. That is not the righteous path."
Those who possessed the greatest strength could achieve final victory even without resorting to any tricks.
Conversely, no matter how skillfully one played their tricks, without strength to match them—
They would ultimately become a laughingstock.
Yue Yang did not attack again. He merely stared coldly at the old man, cunning as a fox.
Cang Long, Lord of the New Water Hall, stared at his severed hand for a long while. Then, like a madman, he burst into booming laughter. "Hahaha! Hahahahaha! This is killing me! Did you really think that breaking my second innate gift with some Domain power or Law power, then chopping off one of my hands, would defeat me? How naïve!"
"?" Yue Yang looked strangely at the old fellow.
"Let me tell you some unfortunate news!" Cang Long's laughter abruptly stopped, sharp as a blade cutting through the air. He bent down, picked up the severed hand from the ground, and placed it against his broken wrist. In an instant, the two fused back together as one, no different from before. The wound on his chest had healed at some unknown point. Even the beard beneath his chin slowly grew back,