The pain was far worse than being scratched by a cat. The man's face turned pale, and before he could scream, he lost his support and fell.
Song qingxiao grabbed his hair and held his chin with her other hand. She clenched her fist and exerted force through her palm.
The ice and snow instantly froze his head, and his screams were stuck in his throat.
She twisted her hands gently as if she was turning a screw. With a cracking sound, the frozen Head was twisted off and held in her hands.
'Tutu-'
Blood gushed out like a fountain from the broken neck, but it was quickly frozen by the remaining ice element spirit energy.
The headless body lost its support and slowly slid down to her feet. It fell on her feet with a 'bang', which immediately frightened the women who were fighting in the boatyard.
Song qingjiang loosened his grip, and the head fell to the ground with a clang and rolled under his feet.
