These words caused the golden-haired demon prince, Liu Husheng, and the other human cultivators to cast sidelong glances at him. Their eyes revealed a wavering expression.
They had originally thought that Song Shi would die, but as soon as he said this, something unexpected seemed to happen.
At this moment, the headless corpse behind Song Shi erupted with a dense blood light. Blood suddenly squirmed at the shattered head, and a head grew out of thin air.
Xue Liting's face was pale as he smiled cruelly. "Die!"
A cold light erupted from his claws. His other hand grabbed Song Shi's body and pulled with all his might. Song Shi was directly torn apart.
He laughed sinisterly. "Are you going to die now?"
Song Shi, who only had half of his body left, turned around and took a look. He was still not flustered. He measured the other party's claws. "Your claws are a little strange."
"This is our race's Holy Weapon. It's your honor to die from it!"
