"Poof."
The blue-robed youth's full-force sword strike was unstoppable, and the sword light, guided by the spatial rift, directly slashed towards his own neck.
As the white sword light flashed, the blue-robed youth actually cut off his own head. Blood gushed from his neck, staining the ground.
"Ughh."
The head, which had fallen to the ground, had wide, terrified eyes, and muffled sounds still came from its throat.
At this moment, Fang Hong's figure slowly materialized from the void.
He expressionlessly glanced at the head and headless corpse on the ground, then lifted a foot and kicked the blue-robed youth's headless corpse away.
"Spa-spatial Law."
The blue-robed youth's head could still speak; as expected of a True Immortal Cultivator, even with his head separated from his body, he did not die immediately, showing quite tenacious vitality.
