"What an impressive Chen Xu, Chen the Top Scholar. I truly underestimated you. With such cultivation, I refuse to believe you're merely a youth whose hair hasn't turned gray. Who are you, really?
Which old monster has stolen your body?
Damned thief, to openly possess the body of our imperial scholar!
Today, I shall act as Heaven's agent, peel your flesh, seek your true form, and avenge our imperial prodigies!"
His words came rapid-fire; as he spoke, he picked up his severed right hand and pressed it against his wounded wrist.
In an instant, countless flesh buds sprouted from the wounded stump.
Buds on both sides connected and grew wildly; in mere moments, the severed hand began to reattach to his wrist.
Ashi and Wei Yuan crouched tensely on Chen Xu's shoulder, and seeing this, they grew anxious and angry:
"This damned cultivator can reconnect his own hand?
Scholar, hurry and press the attack while he's wounded—don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"
