The Sacrificial Knife crisply sliced through the old Sacrifice's cheekbone. With Huai Shi's roar, it suddenly pulled, crushed his tongue, and emerged from the side of his mouth.
From the withered flesh, which hadn't yet begun to bleed, Huai Shi, still in mid-air, yanked the Sword of Virtue from the saddlebag behind him.
He pressed down on the old Sacrifice's shoulder, thrust the sword blade into his neck, out through the back, and swung horizontally!
Decapitation!
A shattered, vacant head flew from his shoulders along with purplish-black blood, its scattered white hair stained red by the plasma.
But immediately after, the headless corpse suddenly moved, raising its palm and pressing it against Huai Shi's face.
In the palm, countless tiny pupils snapped open, gazing hatefully at Huai Shi's eyes.
A brilliance from the Abyss burst forth.
"You are but chaff! Feel the Truth!"
