Upon hearing the order, Wu Shuhang realized thatining or pleading for mercy was futile. Not even a deity could save his left hand now.


    Even if the enigmatic figure offered him another remodeling pill, it would be of no use. If Sara found out, she would sever both of his hands again without hesitation.


    The thought sent a shiver down Wu Shuhang’s spine.


    He pondered, “What if that scoundrel returns and forces another Reshaping Pill down my throat? How will I handle that?”


    At that moment, Jadiel had lost patience waiting for Wu Shuhang to respond. He turned to Andre and dered, “General Yuan, the Lord hasmanded you to remove the Grand Commander’s left hand immediately. I will be here to oversee the entire process!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Andre was at a loss. He nced anxiously at Wu Shuhang and stammered, “Grand Commander… Your subordinate… Your subordinate…”


    Understanding the inevitability of his fate, Wu Shuhang sighed and said, “If the Lord hasmanded it, then you must proceed!”


    Andre hesitated, his voice quavering, “Grand Commander… Your subordinate… I don’t have a suitable knife… Moreover… Ick the strength to channel qi into a sword like the three elders…”


    Wu Shuhang stood up and approached the cab. He opened it and retrieved Song Ruyu’s sword, handing it to Andre with gritted teeth. “Use this sword. It’s a magical weapon bestowed upon Song Chenshi by the wise emperor. It can slice through iron like y. Just be nimble in your movements.”


    Andre felt helpless. He couldn’t shake the worry that Wu Shuhang might resent himter for what he was about to do. Even if he understood that he was acting under orders, it was hard to imagine how a normal person could remain unaffected while witnessing such a brutal act.


    But with no other options, he reluctantly epted the sword. “Grand Commander, should I tie your wrists tightly to minimize the bleeding beforehand?”


    “Yes,” Wu Shuhang replied, pulling off his belt with one hand and handing it to Andre. “Tighten it, make it secure.”


    Andre set aside the long sword and his phone, wrapping Wu Shuhang’s wrists tightly with the belt. He then picked up the sword and said, “Grand Commander, I’m truly sorry…”


    Wu Shuhang nodded, resting his hands on the table and turning his gaze away as tears streamed down his face.


    When he had killed his own brother, he believed that his rise to power was imminent.


    Yet, he never anticipated that he would lose both hands as a consequence of his fall from the Grand Commander position after only a few months.


    He felt a mix of unwillingness to concede and a tinge of shame.<fna192> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n Find1Novel</fna192>


    Suddenly, a rush of air alerted him, and Andre swung the sword, severing Wu Shuhang’s left hand. The excruciating pain made Wu Shuhang leap up, wailing as he shook his wrist.


    On the other end of the video, Jadiel couldn’t help but sigh.


    Andre carefully wrapped the severed hand and asked, “Grand Commander, what should I do with your left hand?”


    With a pained expression, Wu Shuhang replied, “It’s a burden to keep it; burn it!”