Stop!
"Make the most of the time," Shen Ye spoke.
The wretched, skinny man took out a pair of sharp claws and put them on his hands. His physique soared into the air, rushing towards Shen Ye.
"Go to hell, kid!"
He bellowed.
Suddenly, something strange occurred—
Up on the house beam.
A beam of wood suddenly broke, silently crashing onto the back of his head with a loud "bang."
The wretched man turned pale with fright, his physique instantly unsteady.
Shen Ye drew his sword.
—Sword Technique: Miss You!
Everything around him slowed down.
This time, Shen Ye didn't even use the Dharma Aspect or activate the power of the Hongying Knife, but simply raised his sword and slashed at the opponent.
The opponent's movements slowed to an extreme.
Shen Ye could even see the slowly swelling bump on the back of his head.
Whoosh—
The long sword flashed by.
Head and body separated.
A hefty brocade pouch detached from the corpse and fell, which Shen Ye caught in his hand and weighed.
