The tentacles retracted and the Old Sect Master was now gone. The severed hand that had devoured him was now glowing. A strong energy continued to be released from the severed hand. It was vast and powerful like the sea, and it had an unimaginable cultivation realm. 

Was this the power of a swordsman of the King realm? Han Zhengyang sucked in a deep breath of air and grabbed the area in front of him! 

Smack – 

The severed hand instantly grabbed his and the tentacles extended forward again. They circled around Han Zhengyang’s palm and wherever they touched, his flesh rapidly rotted. 

His face turned pale and large beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Han Zhengyang did not move and he stared wide-eyed as the tentacles entered the openings that his rotting flesh created. 

“Ah!” 

A painful scream came from Han Zhengyang. Black markings were starting to appear along the veins on his neck. They mercilessly rose upwards until his entire face was black. 

His eyes were a deep red color now. Amidst the struggling and fear, a violent and destructive aura poured out. 

“No!

“It is not supposed to be like this!” 

Han Zhengyang scrambled in futile as he tried to tear off the severed hand. However, it had already merged into his flesh and blood, becoming a single body with him. A destructive aura washed up his chest and started to cloud his...