The headless corpse fell, blood staining the ancient hall floor red, the severed head rolled far away, a face written with terror, its mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to say something.
"Let me put your head back on for you, do you still want to live?" Shi Hao asked in surprise.
Zhuo Yun's desire to survive was strong, he struggled to open his mouth, blinked desperately, his life force had not yet faded, and the divine soul in his brow was flickering, attempting to escape.
With a "Chi" sound, Sword Qi approached, and amid Zhuo Yun's fear and unwillingness, the brow of his face was penetrated by a Golden Divine Sword, ending his life completely.
Shi Hao was calm, for the other party had provoked him again and again, harboring a strong murderous intent towards him, which had already crossed his bottom line.
"Don't come over here!" the other three screamed, turning to run, their faces full of fear.
