Mu En ignored Xuan Zi's anxious questioning. He raised one hand and, before Xuan Zi could understand what was happening, slashed down at his other arm.
His arm severed, and Mu En's aura instantly withered. His previously tranquil presence faded in an instant; he had already reached the end of his strength.
Mu En's Soul Power Level: 99—89!
"Elder Mu, what are you doing..." The meat-filled pancake in Xuan Zi's other hand fell to the ground.
Mu En picked up his severed arm. The flesh and blood dispersed, revealing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone.
"Xuan Zi, you lost an arm along with a Spirit Bone and dropped ten levels, but that is not irreversible. So long as the attributes are similar and the Spirit Bone is at least of the same age, it can be restored. Taotie is also a type of dragon, and my Spirit Bone is highly compatible with you. Fuse this Spirit Bone with your severed arm, and you will be able to recover the cultivation you lost..."
"Elder Mu, even if I need a Spirit Bone, we can search for one slowly. You absolutely don't need to do this."
"There is no time..." Mu En shook his head. "This old man does not have much time left, yet Shrek has reached a point where the older generation is fading and the younger generation has yet to rise... Before I die, I will pass a layer of Dragon Qi to you, allowing you to open the path toward the ultimate realm more quickly."
"Elder Mu, I..." Xuan Zi's face was filled with conflict. "Is it really appropriate for you to entrust Shrek's burden to me?"
"Then tell me, do I have another choice?" Mu En said resentfully.
Xuan Zi had never been Mu En's best choice,