"Old geezer, are you prepared to die now?" Ling Han asked with a smile.
The elder from the Heaven's Sword Palace simply glared at Ling Han. Origin Power surged from his severed shoulders, transforming into two arms. Powerful immortals wouldn't lose their battle prowess even if all four of their limbs were severed.
However, the elder had already lost his courage to battle at this moment. He was going to return to the Heaven's Sword Palace immediately. He would report Ling Han's appearance to the higher-ups.
This brat was far too terrifying—he was like a freak. If they left him alone for a few more years, wouldn't he reach the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier? Or even the Heavenly Body Tier? At that time, it would useless even if the Five Sects formed an alliance. Who would be able to oppose him?