Cut off one's own arm?
The five people and one demon looked at each other in bewilderment.
Then, their expressions became extremely solemn.
They are all fifth-level masters of the initial immortal realm. After cultivating to their level, they are considered to be top-notch in the entire continent.
Wherever they go, they are always high and mighty, admired and feared by thousands of people.
They see other people as ants.
But today, they are treated like the lowest level ants.
This was really hard for them to accept.
But if they want to fight, this group of people on the other side is simply invincible.
These more than one hundred people are all in the Beginning Immortal Realm, and there are several of them in the Fifth Level Beginning Immortal Realm. Plus a half-step Saint-level demon, can they win?
Even a fool knows the result.
The gap in strength is extremely huge.
If we fight, we will surely lose.
But how could they be willing to cut off one of their own arms?
Among them, a cultivator from Qingmu City named Duanmu Chun had a very stubborn temper. At this moment, he jumped out and was the first to speak: "Sir, I am Duanmu Xiong, from the Duanmu family in Houtu Province. I haven't asked for your name yet."
The demon god said disdainfully, "How can you ask my name? Humph, all you need to know is that I am the Holy King of the entire demon race, and I will soon be the Holy King of the entire continent. Why, you don't want to cut off one of your arms?"
"As far as I know, the demon race has always been ruled by the Twelve Holy Temples. When did the Holy King appear? Besides, you and I have no hatred or grudges in the past, so why do we have to kill each other? How about letting us leave?"
Duanmu Chun said.
The demon god snorted coldly: "Are you negotiating terms with me?"
"No, your request is really a bit excessive."
Duanmu Chun said in a deep voice.
"It seems you're not convinced. Fine, I'll give you a chance. I'll send someone out at random. As long as you can defeat him, you can leave safely today."
The demon god was not seeking Duanmu Chun's opinion. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Duanmu Zhantian with a fake smile, saying, "Is this person from your family?"
Although Duanmu Zhantian's mind was confused, he still recognized Duanmu Xiong and said, "Yes, Saint King."
"Then this matter will be handled by you. Please don't let this king down."
The demon god said.
Duanmu Zhantian was stunned, nodded without hesitation and walked out.
"Don't worry, Holy King. I will definitely get the job done."
Duanmu Zhantian looked at Duanmu Chun and said in a deep voice: "The Holy King has ordered that you can leave after you cut off one of your arms."
Duanmu Chun finally recognized Duanmu Zhantian and frowned, "Zhantian, don't you recognize me? I'm your second uncle. How did you become so old, and how did you become someone else's servant? The reputation of our Duanmu family cannot be ruined because of you. You should think twice before you act. Why don't you come back to the family with me as soon as possible? Your father was very worried about you during the years you were missing. As soon as he heard that there was any movement here, he immediately sent me to investigate. You are the hope for the future revival of our Duanmu family. Don't make mistakes!"
Unfortunately, Duanmu Zhantian simply refused to listen and said coldly, "From now on, I am only a subordinate of the Holy King. I don't think this is a disgrace to our Duanmu family. On the contrary, I think it is the supreme glory of our family. I will not return to the family now. I will follow the Holy King and unify the continent in the future."
"You—you have great ambitions!"
Duanmu Chun stared at the demon god on the side and said with gritted teeth.
"Stop talking nonsense. Since he doesn't want to do it, then just do it."
The demon god became impatient.
Duanmu Zhantian shuddered. He sensed the demon god's dissatisfaction and immediately took out his sword. He said to his uncle, "Go ahead. Don't say I'm bullying you. I'll only take one of your arms."
"presumptuous!"
Duanmu Chun was also extremely angry. He got angry and picked up his knife to chop at Duanmu Zhantian.
"You don't distinguish between the old and the young, and you destroy the family tradition. You deserve to be killed!"
Duanmu Zhantian raised his sword expressionlessly.
boom!
Chi!
When the two knives met, Duanmu Chun's knife broke immediately.
Duanmu Zhantian's sword flashed and disappeared.
Duanmu Chun's right arm was broken into two pieces at the arm.
One move!
With just one move, he cut off one of his arms.
As expected of a sixth-grade immortal realm, compared to Duanmu Chun, who is a fourth-grade immortal realm, his strength is simply overwhelming.
Duanmu Chun was dumbfounded.
He grimaced in pain.
In fact, he knew that he might not be able to defeat Duanmu Zhantian, but he was at least a fourth-level immortal. He never expected that the difference in strength between the two sides was so great.
If Duanmu Zhantian hadn't shown mercy, oh, that's not right.
If the demon god hadn't only wanted one of his arms, he would have been killed instantly by this blow.
That kind of strength is simply impossible to defeat, it is basically invincible.
He believed that even if he tried a hundred times, his results would not change in the slightest.
It seems as if everything is destined.
Duanmu Zhantian has returned to the demon god's back.
The demon god looked at the shocked and speechless people across from him and said, "Does anyone else want to say anything?"
After waiting for a few seconds, he continued, "Then hurry up. If it really doesn't work, I'll have to find someone to do it for you."
A fourth-rank king-level demon from the demon clan knelt down and humbly said, "Welcome the Holy King back to the demon clan. I hope the Holy King can forgive my disrespect just now."
This guy was also very scared.
But he is very smart.
He naturally understood it.
The Demon God comes from the Demon Clan, and is about to go to the Demon City. With his realm, no one in the entire Demon Clan can be his opponent. He wants to call himself the Holy King, and the entire Demon Clan dare not say a word.
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