Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"However, though you can escape death, you can’t escape punishment. I will sever one of your arms!"

Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice echoed.

As if passing a sentence on Wu Mingtian.

"Crack!!"

Ye Qingfeng’s palm was like a knife, Spiritual Power flickering on the hand blade.

With one palm, he chopped towards Wu Mingtian’s scapula.

Spiritual Power was infused into his palm.

It was as if the cutting edge was comparable to an ordinary steel blade.

With one slash.

Wu Mingtian’s arm fell in response, and the cross-section of the wound was extremely smooth.