Chong Jiu didn't answer him, but attacked him directly, each move even more fierce.
Wujie was terrified and immediately took out his divine weapon to resist.
As soon as he took out his divine weapon, Chong Jiu took out the long spear.
The spear emitted a long cry as soon as it was drawn, its momentum as powerful as a rainbow.
Chongjiu has already contracted with this spear and is nurturing it as his natal divine treasure.
Therefore, what he uttered was no longer a mournful cry.
Wujie was stunned for a moment when he saw the spear. Seeing this, Chongjiu flicked the spear in his hand, and Wujie's right arm, which was holding the divine weapon, flew out.
Wujie froze for a moment before shouting, "Ah..."
Yan Huang clicked his tongue and moved away.
Chongjiu used a long pole to lift the right arm, then twirled it with his spear, instantly shattering the long arm into fine dust.
"You, you, I will make sure you die a horrible death!" Wujie's face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot, filled with hatred.
The hatred for having his arm severed is irreconcilable.
Chong Jiu chuckled, glanced at the spear, and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe it. Even though there wasn't a trace of blood on it, he felt it was dirty.
At this point, Yama was no longer afraid of being caught off guard by Wujie, after all, he had lost an arm, and it was his right arm that was used to wield weapons.
He walked up to Chong Jiu and looked at him with a smile, saying, "In your current state, it's not certain who will die."
"Want to try and see who dies, you or him?"
After hearing his words, Chong Jiu glanced at him.
Yama shuddered and said, "No, it's either you or me who dies."
Wujie was so angry that his chest trembled violently, and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
He knew he had no chance of winning and was thinking about leaving the place.
Their fight has attracted a large crowd of onlookers, mostly high-ranking officials, who may be able to help him escape.
Yan Huang looked at his eyes darting left and right, sized him up, and sneered, "What, trying to escape now? Where's your arrogance from before?"
"In the Upper God Realm, you're even more arrogant than the God Emperor? Who gave you the audacity, the God Emperor?"
Wujie's eyes darted around as he shouted, "Don't be so arrogant. If you don't want to change, fine, but is it necessary to hurt people like this?"
Yan Huang seemed somewhat taken aback as he looked at him, and it took him a while to react before cursing under his breath.
"You're supposed to be a god-level being, how dare you say such a thing? I'm ashamed for you." He said, looking at Wujie with great contempt.
Wu Jie's face stiffened. He had already spoken, so he couldn't go back on his word.
With his neck stiff, he said, "If you can do it, why can't I say it?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chong Jiu slapped him across the face, nearly ruining his special makeup.
Wujie tilted his head, his eyes wide with fury.
No one dared to slap him; it was a great humiliation!
As soon as he turned his head, his face brushed against the long spear that was being thrust across his face. He didn't feel any pain, but blood was already seeping from his cheek.
Chong Jiu looked at him coldly.
Beside him, Yan Huang seemed to be translating, "Since you insist that we hurt people, how can we not hurt them back? Right?"
Some of the onlookers arrived early, some late, and even the earliest ones arrived after the fight had begun.
Therefore, they naturally listen to whoever is right.
But none of them are stupid. They've all reached the level of a god-king; they're all shrewd and capable.
They don't care who's right or wrong; they just watch the show and don't judge.
The King of Hell saw through their intentions and sneered, "I'm afraid you can't save your right arm. How about we lend you a spirit beast's arm to attach to it?"
Wujie was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran away.
He needs to hurry back and recover his right arm, otherwise, how will he ever appear in front of others again?
Having achieved their goals, Chongjiu and Yanhuang naturally stopped caring about him.
Yanhuang thought for a moment, then looked at Chongjiu and asked, "Am I going to mess things up? If he goes back and recovers his arm, then all our efforts today will have been for nothing?"
Chongjiu glanced in the direction Wujie had left and said, "He can't recover."
Even the smallest wound inflicted by a spear can never fully recover.
His face will also be left with permanent scars.
"Why?" Yama asked, puzzled.
Chongjiu pushed the spear forward, saying, "You'll know once you try it."
Yama immediately shook his head, realizing why Wujie couldn't recover.
After examining the spear, Yama asked, "What's so special about this spear? Why can't those it injures recover?"
There are very few weapons that can harm a god-level being in the Upper God Realm. It is already remarkable that this spear can injure a god-level being, let alone prevent a god-level being from recovering!
Chong Jiu glanced at the scale on the spear; it might be the reason, but he didn't say it aloud.
Seeing that he did not answer, Yama did not ask any further questions.
The gods glanced at the two of them and then left. There was no more show to watch, so why stay?
There's been a lot of drama in the Upper God Realm lately; I just watch it and then leave—it's become a habit.
Chongjiu put away his spear. "Let's go to Fanyin's place."
Last time they came up here, they also rested at Fanyin's place, and this time it will be the same.
However, Chongjiu had other matters to attend to that required Fanyin's assistance.
Fan Yin rolled her eyes when she saw the two of them. "I didn't have time to attend my own wedding ceremony, but now I have time to come up here."
Chong Jiu sat down next to him, poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and said, "We just crippled Wu Jie's right arm. Be careful not to let him use someone else's arm."
Wujie is a man who will stop at nothing; he is very likely to do this.
Fan Yin looked at him in surprise, then examined him and said, "You've fully recovered?"
He nodded heavily in moxibustion.
"Not bad, you crippled his arm right off the bat. Tsk, why do I suddenly feel so good?" Fan Yin said, tilting her head back.
Yan Huang laughed and said, "You didn't see his expression at the time; it looked even more comfortable."
Fan Yin sat up straight and looked at Chong Jiu, asking, "How could you not invite me to something like this?"
Chong Jiu said, "You are not suitable to appear."
Yama nodded and said, "You are one of the four great gods of the Upper God Realm. With your appearance, there's no point in watching the show."
"Tsk, you should have recorded it with a recording stone. Even if you didn't see the scene, you can still watch the recording stone," Fan Yin said with a regretful tone.
Turning to Chong Jiu, he asked, "You came up here so suddenly, are you planning to come back?"
Chong Jiu nodded. "I will emerge from seclusion tomorrow, and a banquet will be held the day after. You can all come and join in the fun."
We need to find a reason to come back, right?
Now is not the time to confront Wujie head-on. As soon as the two children return to their rightful place, Wujie will be utterly destroyed.
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