Puff, puff, puff!
Song Shi's Unfettered Hand was agile and versatile. It was most suitable to deal with these large numbers of strange hands. After a few strikes, the blood river was forced back by thirty feet.
"Hehe, let's see how much strength you have."
The blood-robed old ghost appeared in the blood river. He held his head and was laughing strangely.
"You're all right even now?"
This was the first time Song Shi had encountered a cultivator who acted as if nothing had happened even though his head had fallen off.
"What a frog at the bottom of the
