Luo Chen nodded, "For him, this could be considered a form of release."
Being enslaved, having no control over his own body, and even having to draw a blade against former friends, this is something any cultivator who has practiced for hundreds of years would find unacceptable.
The death of Dao Lan likely had thoughts of self-liberation in it.
Tai Sui hummed softly, his gaze suddenly fell on Luo Chen's left arm.
"Your hand?"
"To repel a generation of Demon Emperors, how could I not pay a certain price?"
Luo Chen smiled slightly, then made a gesture towards a certain direction.
A streak of shimmering light pierced through the sky.
It was his severed left hand, with cyan and blue flames still contending, yet the flesh on the left hand had completely vanished, leaving only the ghastly white bones.
Tai Sui's eyes carried a few amounts of seriousness.
Not because of those cyan and blue flames.
But due to the powerful combat strength that Luo Chen erupted in a short time!
