บท 825: Serving Tea on the River

Luo Wushuang's small boat left into the distance, and incomparably terrifying Youdu devil qi came from the river surface behind him. Even if he didn't turn back to look, he could imagine the terrifying sight that was behind him.

It was like the most terrifying and malicious devil god that was crawling out from another world, tearing apart everything in this world with his boundless strength, swallowing everything that it could eat!

Zhe Huali didn't hide the information about Son of Youdu from him, which was why Luo Wushuang immediately retreated when he had a bad feeling.

"Teacher Luo, Zhe Huali..." a disciple asked carefully on the ship.

Luo Wushuang's face was as calm as still water. He looked at his empty sleeve, and the pain of his severed arm came searing back again. The pain reached into the depths of his heart.

"Forty thousand years ago, High Emperor Overlord Body severed one of my arms, and today, he has severed my arm again."