The gold-robed Daoist spoke softly, yet his words sent a chill down Guang'e's spine. But beneath another man's eaves, one had no choice but to bow.
He had originally been a Demon Leopard on White Baleful Mountain, a naturally born mutant with an extraordinary bloodline. Compared with the Golden Core descendant before him, however, he was little more than dust in the mud.
Most importantly, the Dao he obeyed was that of "Geng Metal." How could he dare raise his head before an immortal envoy from Celestial River Heaven?
"This lowly demon understands."
Bitterness filled Guang'e's large, furry face, but he was decisive. He gripped his elbow, closed all five claws tightly around it, then gritted his teeth and viciously tore.
Rrrip!
With the sound of flesh tearing, a severed arm fell to the ground with a thud. Guang'e gave a muffled groan, cold sweat pouring from him in agony.
He had actually ripped his entire left arm off. Jagged bone protruded from the stump, the flesh pale pink and flushed with red. Magical blood imbued with divine powers dripped from the wound.
Before the blood could reach the ground, it condensed into golden beads that rang with crisp clinks. The instant they touched down, golden baleful intent corroded the surrounding vegetation, making it wither and die.
This was a demonic body forged by his body divine power. Its advantage was its extraordinary toughness, which made it difficult to injure. But its disadvantage was equally obvious: once injured, it was exceedingly difficult to heal.
Jiang Li's expression eased slightly at the sight. He felt that Guang'e had some ruthlessness in him, and at least knew what was good for him.
This was no wound that could be glossed over with a casual application of divine powers. It would take at