Chu Kuangren raised his sword and slashed at his own arm!
With a ripping sound, blood splattered!
A severed arm flew off along with the chain.
The Blood Tribe Dao Lords' pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.
"Fuck, this guy is a complete lunatic!"
"He actually cut off his own arm."
A chill involuntarily rose in their hearts.
This was the first time these members of the Blood Tribe had seen such a reckless cultivator and such a crazed way of fighting. It was far too frightening.
But then, an even more shocking scene unfolded.
Countless buds of flesh rapidly sprouted from the wound on Chu Kuangren's shoulder, growing into an entirely new arm in the blink of an eye!
What?!
They were stunned.
That speed of regeneration?
What was going on?!
"That arm of his must be weaker than before. No Dao Lord could cut off his own arm and still retain his full combat strength."
Unless they cultivated the Dao of souls exclusively, even the strongest cultivators would lose some measure of combat strength after suffering bodily damage. Even immortals were no exception.
"Right."
"That regeneration is probably just for show."
Several Dao Lords snorted coldly.
But Chu Kuangren gave them no chance to express their shock or discuss it. Once his arm recovered, he launched another attack.
Sword Qi swirled around him, and countless streams erupted, transforming into Sword Qi Clones that swarmed toward the Dao Lords.
"Hmph, nothing but useless clones."
"No matter how many there are, their combat strength is beneath notice."
The Dao Lords dismissed them.
Sword Qi Clones might work wonders against some Blood Tribe armies, but against Dao Lords, a single palm strike could wipe out a whole bunch.
"No, he's trying to confuse us! Don't let his clones fool you. Watch his real