Chapter 1889: My Hand Is Severed?

"Yan Li of the Vajra Race. I was previously in secluded cultivation and couldn't attend the Saint Tower Battle. I couldn't watch it either. When I broke through and left seclusion, I heard that a divine ability cultivator from a weak race had fought his way to become the number one among his peers. This truly astonished me."

Yan Li cupped his hands toward Fang Chen. "Since there is such a rare opportunity today, and you have also advanced to the seventh transformation, please grant me your guidance."

Yan Haoran looked at Half Saint Du with a half-smile. "Both of them have just advanced to the seventh transformation, so relatively speaking, there is no situation of the strong bullying the weak. If Fang Chen defeats Yan Li, I will give him face and allow you to pass. Otherwise..."

Before Half Saint Du could speak, Lang Yu'er cut in first. "Otherwise, I will remain with your Vajra Race."

Lang Daochun's face darkened. "Little Sister, it is not your place to speak."

Lang Yu'er frowned. "This is the best solution."

Lang Daochun sighed helplessly. "Forget it, Brother Fang won't lose anyway."

Hearing that, Yan Li swept a glance at Lang Daochun. "That is not a certainty."

He did not believe that with his highly unique methods, he would truly suffer defeat among his peers. He had even defeated experts whose cultivation was an entire realm higher than his own!

Lang Daochun grinned. "An ignorant newborn calf."

He turned to Fang Chen and laughed. "Brother Fang, it's up to you."

Fang Chen looked toward Yan Haoran and smiled faintly. "Senior, are your words true? As long as I defeat him, you will let them go?"

Yan Haoran nodded. "Naturally."

"Very well." Fang Chen walked toward Yan Li. "Let's make this quick."

"When fighting me, there is no such thing as making it quick."

Yan Li refused to show weakness, and a brilliant silver light began to erupt from his skin.

Even Lang Daochun quickly noticed that something was off. "He is different from ordinary Vajra Race members. His skin must be much tougher. Why do I feel like it's almost similar to the Gold Essence Race?"

Wang Chongsong was slightly startled. "Similar to the Gold Essence Race?"

A strange look surfaced in his eyes. Even if it was a mutation, it couldn't be this exaggerated, right? After all, half the body of a Gold Essence Race was considered a top-tier spiritual material, suitable for forging divine weapons and peerless artifacts.

Yan Li said calmly, "I have heard that you specialize in sword divine abilities. I just don't know if they're sharp enough to cut through my Vajra Body."

Fang Chen stopped walking. "Why don't we try?"

Yan Li nodded. "Please."

He did not put up any defense, simply watching Fang Chen with indifference.

The next moment, a sword strike landed on Yan Li. He did not move at all, taking it head-on. The sword strike left not a single trace on his body.

Seeing that scene, the Vajra Race cultivators, whose hearts had been hanging in suspense, completely put their worries to rest, and faint smiles appeared on their faces one after another.

The God Race cultivators looked at each other in surprise. They had watched the Saint Tower Battle back then and knew how powerful Fang Chen was. The moment he drew his blade, his enemies would either end up dead or severely wounded! Could it be that this Vajra Race practitioner, Yan Li, truly possessed the potential to be number one among his peers, just like Fang Chen?

"How much strength did you put in that sword strike just now?" asked Yan Li.

He did not grow arrogant. Instead, his brow furrowed slightly. Since the opponent could achieve the rank of one among his peers in the Saint Tower Battle of Longsheng City, his methods ought not to be this simple.

Fang Chen smiled. "I only used ten percent of my strength. This ten percent is enough to decapitate any Vajra Race peer present. Of course, excluding you."

The seventh-transformation Vajra Race cultivators were instantly enraged.

"Arrogant!"

Decapitating them with ten percent of his strength?

Yan Li's expression was grave. "It is not arrogance. This sword strike could indeed have killed you all."

Only he knew the power of that strike just now. It had looked light and airy, seemingly lacking any force.

Yan Li muttered softly to himself, "But this sword strike made me feel pain. It has been a very, very long time... since I last felt pain."

Lang Daochun could not help but laugh. "It could also be that something is wrong with your body, which is why you don't feel pain, rather than how strong your physical body is."

Yan Li swept a glance at him but ignored him, choosing instead to look at Fang Chen, remarking with soft emotion, "That you can make me feel pain already far surpasses all peers I have ever known. When their attacks land on my body, it is merely like scratching an itch, uncomfortable but not painful. I hope you will stop holding back and let me see if you can break my Vajra body."

Pausing for a moment, he suddenly looked toward Lang Yu'er in the crowd. "Lady, although I am of the Vajra Race, I am different from the ordinary clansmen. If you can serve as my breeding vessel and give birth to an offspring, it will surely absorb the strengths of both of us. Our lineage will become the strongest Saints within this God Realm! Once I win this match, you will know whether my words are true or false."

Lang Yu'er replied coldly, "Win first before you speak."

"A mere weak race presided over by only twenty-one Saints actually dares to boast so shamelessly."

"Wanting our God Race to serve as a breeding vessel for your Vajra Race to nurture your lineage is simply a pipe dream." Many young God Race members spoke up one after another in cold mockery.

Yan Li, however, did not take it to heart, stating calmly, "Right now, the God Race does not have a single Saint. I have heard that within a million years, no one is permitted to become a Saint. You should forget everything from the past and start anew, rather than obsessing over what once was."

Fang Chen interrupted Yan Li's words, pointing at Lang Yu'er. "You want her to be your breeding vessel?"

"Naturally." A look of pride appeared in Yan Li's eyes. "In this world, I am afraid only the top-tier women of the God Race possess the qualifications to be my breeding vessel."

"Then, pray to receive this sword strike of mine."

Fang Chen raised his hand and delivered a strike.

Yan Li was calm and collected at first, but he soon discovered that this sword momentum was like a surging tide. Initially ordinary and unremarkable, as the sword momentum drew closer and closer, a feeling of facing a ten-thousand-foot monstrous wave inexplicably rose in his heart, as if he were about to be completely devoured. Finally, he did not remain passive like before. Instead, he raised his right arm, intending to block this sword strike.

To be able to make me raise my arm is already enough to prove that his strength is decent.

The thought flashed through his mind, followed immediately by a slight stinging pain transmitting from his nerves to his brain. The pain was a bit more intense than before, but only just a little.

Yan Li looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile. "This is the limit of your sword divine ability? These are the methods that allowed you to snatch first place in the Saint Tower Battle?"

From beginning to end, he did not even bother to check his arm, merely staring proudly at Fang Chen. Around them, pairs of eyes had already filled with suspicion, shock, and consternation.

Wang Chongsong could not help but ask, "You think that's not enough? Your hand is already severed, yet you're asking for more? If he went for your head, you wouldn't have one anymore."

Yan Li was startled. "My hand is severed?

He finally looked down and glanced at his arm, only to see a perfectly flat, clean cut at his wrist. As for his hand, it had long since fallen to the ground, still twitching continuously.