Three days later, in the rear courtyard of the Shangguan Clan estate.
Shangguan Shenhao stood solemnly in the spacious training ground, his hands behind his back.
Before him, a black wild bull fully ten feet tall was charging toward him.
The bull was not only enormous but covered in knotted muscle, with scales plating its chest. Every step made the earth tremble.
It lowered its head, pointing its sharp horns forward, its eyes scarlet and black vapor wreathing its body.
Shangguan Shenhao remained motionless. Only when the bull charged within five feet of him did he swing his left arm, smashing it into the bull's head.
There was a thunderous boom.
The bull's hind legs kicked high under its tremendous momentum, while its forehead caved deep inward.
By the time its body crashed to the ground, it showed no sign of life.
At the edge of the training ground, a refined-looking man in a scholar's robe clapped his hands. "What formidable cultivation, Clan Head Shangguan! This Demon Bull was sixth grade. Even an ordinary fifth-grade cultivator wouldn't dare meet its charge head-on, yet it couldn't withstand a single blow from you."
Shangguan Shenhao did not answer. He lowered his head to look at his "left hand."
It was an arm forged from metal, its surface gleaming coldly and traced with strange, pale-golden patterns.
Yet Shangguan Shenhao's face was exceptionally gloomy, hatred showing deep within his eyes.
His real left hand would never return.
After nearly half a quarter of an hour, the refined-looking man grew impatient with waiting and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this arm, Clan Head Shangguan? Frankly, this is one of the Divine Mechanism Sect's finest creations in recent years. Not only can you use it like a normal arm, its power equals that