Hai Dengshen panicked, angrily rebuking Zhang Yuan while calling the [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade] back.
Yet no matter how he called, the [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade] gave no response.
Hai Dengshen gritted his teeth, sank them into his other arm, and tore it off.
The [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade], which had lain like a lifeless object in Zhang Yuan's hand, finally stirred, releasing a halo that devoured the arm completely.
Hai Dengshen's heart leaped with joy, but he immediately discovered that after devouring the arm, the [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade] returned to Zhang Yuan's hand, showing no intention of coming back to him.
What kind of joke was this?!
Could that old man really have been right? Was this [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade] not an ancestral Supreme Treasure at all, but something belonging to their enemies, the Hengyang Lu Clan?
Otherwise, how could the [Seven-Hued Treasure Brocade] have fallen into the hands of this demon from the Dust-Dyed Realm?
Was he from the Hengyang Lu Clan?
Yes!
He had to be from the Hengyang Lu Clan!
Once that thought arose, he could no longer stop it. The ancestral Supreme Treasure he had revered for so many years actually belonged to his enemies. Hai Dengshen felt as though his head would explode. Physical agony and mental anguish surged over him together, twisting his face into a hideous grimace.
Hai Dengshen held on by sheer grit, using his willpower to suppress the thoughts in his mind for the moment and avoid dwelling on them as much as possible.
The Supreme Treasure was gone.
He had to survive. As long as he survived, there would still be a chance!
He had to live!
Although Hai Dengshen had lost both arms, he still had a powerful fish tail. With a flick of his tail, he shot toward a secret