And Su Xuan, in that critical split second, slammed his hand fiercely against the ground. In the next moment, although he still appeared to be glued to the ground, he abruptly stood up.
Li Mu was still somewhat stunned when Su Xuan's fist, carrying a berserk power, had crazily smashed out.
With one punch, hitting straight at the chest, Li Mu let out a muffled groan and stumbled backward.
Barely stabilizing himself, just as he was about to say something, in the next instant, the falling slice knife was directly caught in Su Xuan's hand.
He then swept it towards Li Mu, emitting a fierce whistling sound.
As the slice knife swept across, by the time Li Mu reacted, it was already too late.
The blade glided across his neck, and a head flew off, eventually hitting the ground.
It rolled several times!
Li Mu's figure was still standing in its original spot, but the blood from his neck spurted out like a fountain, very high, indeed.
