"Brother Long? Your severed arm is right here, so it's fine to just go and retrieve it. Why waste so much blood essence?"
The brawny man wearing heavy boxing gloves looked at the flood dragon's actions in disbelief.
Although they had the ability to regrow an arm, the Yuan Qi consumed to regrow an arm out of thin air was extremely huge. It would probably take a few years to recover.
Why did this flood dragon seem to have gone crazy? His broken hand was right here, and the two brothers were still helping him hold it. In the end, the flood dragon had no intention of putting his hand back at all.
The flood dragon was so angry that its scaly face could be seen to have changed color.
"I must kill that bastard today!"
After saying that, the flood dragon waved his hand, and the black heavy sword fell back into his hand.