The Night Demon King and others all watched Chu Feng with solemn expressions.
They each remained silent.
"Boss!!!"
"Big Brother!!!"
Ju Wuba and Bao Bao couldn't help but shout out as they watched the scene.
"The Son of the Mad Dragon truly values emotions and righteousness."
"To think he'd actually sever his own arm!!!"
"But someone so emotionally bound will never become a tyrant."
"You won't achieve greatness; you'll only perish because of a woman!!!"
Song Yuanwen looked at Chu Feng with a sneer.
"Enough nonsense, release her!!!"
Chu Feng shouted directly.
He put away the Black Gold Ancient Saber, covering the stump of his right arm with his left hand.
He then stopped the bleeding, his face paling.
Song Yuanwen immediately released Mo Xiaoya.
With a wave of his hand, a ball of flame burst from his palm.
The flame incinerated Chu Feng's severed right arm lying on the ground.
Evidently, Song Yuanwen wanted to ensure Chu Feng couldn't reattach it.
"Master!!!"
