Great Ancestor Zenflame saw the blade falling down on his neck from the corner of his eyes. He could see his end approach like the dark, but there was nothing he could do about it as his cultivation was sealed. Unless he used his blood essence, he couldn't see how he could break the forcible suppression imposed by this execution platform, but even if he did burn the blood essence, it was already too late to perform a defensive maneuver.
His defensive talismans were taken from him as well.
The sharp blade was already on his neck, carving through his nape as blood spurted ever so lightly.
Great Ancestor Zenflame pursed his lips, knowing that this would happen as he felt the cold chill seep through his spine. Closing his eyes, he awaited his death.
