Perhaps sensing that the situation had turned against him, Xuan Zhi's body unfolded and returned to the battlefield once more.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time," Xuan Zhi said softly. At the same time, he stretched his right hand toward the left side of his body, muscles relaxed, then, with a forceful swing, a long knife shimmering with a sharp light materialized out of thin air, slashing towards Pu'er's neck.
The blade cut through skin, deeply into muscle, severing bone.
Pu'er's gaze was calm, seemingly unsurprised. The next second, his head separated from his body and fell to the ground.
Fresh blood spurted from the wound in the neck like a fountain, staining the ceiling red.
Qian Cangyi retracted his Focused Dagger and stepped back twice, creating distance from Pu'er.
Is he dead?
Qian Cangyi's expression was focused, without a hint of relaxation.
