Time seemed to freeze, and the whole scene was unusually quiet. Finally, after a long while, Jiu Xuanming finally realized what had happened. A sharp pain suddenly hit him, like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, and the pain penetrated his bones. He let out a shrill scream:
"Ah! My arm! Ah!"
At this moment, Jiu Xuanming's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down his face. He tightly covered the bloody wound, trying to stop the gushing blood, but everything was in vain.
Xue Lian stared with her beautiful eyes at Jiu Xuanming, who was squatting on the ground in front of her with an embarrassed look on his face. Anger and helplessness were intertwined on his face at the moment, making it difficult to guess what she was really thinking. She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly said:
"Since you helped me refine a magical weapon before, I won't kill you. But... you still have to pay a price, right? Then I'll destroy your cultivation."
After saying that, he glanced at Jiu Xuanming with contempt.
Hearing this, Jiu Xuanming, who had been hoping for the best, was struck by lightning and became completely stunned. In an instant, he felt as if the sky had fallen!
If his cultivation was really abolished, wouldn't all the efforts and hard work he had put in over the past few hundred years be wasted? Moreover, once he lost his cultivation, he would no longer be the leader of Penglai Fairy Island, and even Chu Yin would no longer belong to him. Thinking of these terrible consequences, Jiu Xuanming's face turned pale and his whole body trembled.
At this moment, his mind kept replaying the tragic scene of himself being abolished - becoming a useless waste, being looked down upon and bullied by the world; no longer able to cast spells, and could only live a mediocre life like an ordinary person... No! He absolutely could not let this happen! Never!
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